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Collected by Djian

Dec 25 - 2006

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One
Amy blushed shyly and looked down at her plate. She felt a warm glow inside her and her clothes felt too tight. She'd never felt so feminine, so mature and sensuous. Sensuous. That was not a word she ever would have applied to herself before, but Habib made her feel so... so... sensuous.

She looked up again, straightening in her chair. She felt her breasts push out at the front of the evening gown she wore, could sense, rather than see, the thin line of her cleavage at the top of the forest green gown. She reached out and picked up the crystal goblet and sipped as gracefully as she could at the champagne.

She thought she must be the luckiest girl in the world. All her friends were worrying about what guy would ask them out and what they'd do, and here she was having lobster and champagne in the penthouse suite of an intelligent, suave, sexy man.

Habib was simply gorgeous. There was no other way to describe him. He was tall, with broad shoulders and long dark hair. His face was lined and weathered but looked like it had been carved out of granite, all chiselled lines and plains.

He looked so... Arab, so sexy and foreign and sophisticated. She'd been so flattered when he'd called her over to his table at the fast food restaurant where she worked, then complimented her on her, what had he called it, her fiery red hair. She got goose bumps when she remembered looking down into those deep brown eyes of his.
This is it, she thought. He's the one. I'm going to go all the way with him. Then she suddenly worried that he might think she was a slut if she did. She thought about being naked in his arms and didn't care. She felt her nipples hardening against her gown and felt the heat between her legs.

She finished the glass and he refilled it, giving her that deep, knowing smile. God, he was so gorgeous!
Vivid fantasies played across her mind and she sipped on the champagne again. I wonder what he's thinking, she thought.

Habib smiled back at her, lifting his own glass and sipping lightly. His had water in it, of course. He did not drink alcohol. He repressed a grin of smugness when he caught the girl's adoring smile. God! Was there anything more gullible than a young woman? He snorted to himself as he caught sight of the preposterous dress she wore.

Clearly her body was not built for something like that. She was too skinny, though she had nice breasts. But then, he hadn't chosen her for her brain, quite the contrary.

It was relatively easy for a man with his sophistication to play with a young girl's psyche. They were as raw and emotionally helpless as babies, easy to manipulate, eager for affection and approval, desperate to seem adult and sophisticated.
He knew them well, could play them like fine instruments, both body and mind. It was a kick in a way, twisting their emotions around until they were ready to do cartwheels at a mere suggestion.
Still, he took his work seriously. He saw them as raw materials for the shaping, and when he was done with them, the finished product was infinitely more valuable then before, a totally submissive, completely masochistic nymphomaniac, worth a fortune to the right people.
"Have some more, my dear?" he asked, keeping his voice deep. She trembled a little and he smiled, already considering her price.

She was of medium height, with natural red hair, a brilliant colour too. It was quite long and shone beautifully. She had good breasts, though she wasn't voluptuous. The rest of her body was on the slim side, though. She had a small round, very innocent face, lightly sprinkled with freckles. Her eyes were bright green.
Blue would have been better but green was still quite good. He'd have to see her naked to get her skin tone, and of course, the training, how well it took, that counted for a lot.

"Shall we sit by the fire, my lovely?" he asked, standing.
He moved around the table and took her hand gently. She rose, blushing again, and followed him to the fireplace. He held two glasses and the bottle in his other hand and set them down on the coffee table in front of the crackling fire place.
"Would you like to dance?"
"Yes, Habib," she whispered, her eyes alight.
He turned the CD on and sweet romantic music played in the room. Then he slid his hand onto her waist and gripped her other hand and they began to slowly dance.
The girl practically melted against him as they danced, and after a minute or two, when he stopped and leaned forward, her lips parted eagerly. He kissed her, first delicately, then as her arms swept around his shoulders, he kissed more deeply, more passionately.
His hand slid through her long red hair, stroking it as he kissed her. His other hand slid down onto her behind, rubbing it softly. She sighed and pressed herself against him. His hand slid through her hair to the back of her neck, where her dress fastened.
He deftly slipped the catch and the front of her dress started to fall. She caught it, her hands on the front. She looked up into his eyes a little fearfully. He smiled and gently, gently, pulled her hands apart, keeping eye contact. She shuddered as the dress slid down to her hips.
Her breasts were round and thrust out proudly with the full firmness of youth. He kissed her again, sliding his hands up and down her back as he held her close. Then he pushed her back slightly, his lips nuzzling under her ear. He slid his tongue downward onto the nape of her neck, chewing lightly.
His mouth slid down further, his tongue gliding across her soft, downy skin. Then he fastened his lips around her firm, quivering little nipple, suckling gently. She trembled in his arms, her chest heaving. He sucked on the bud, which was already hard and ready. He chewed a little, rolling the nipple around with his tongue, judging the strength of his efforts by her responses.
His right hand cupped the breast delicately, kneading the underside with lightly and carefully as he sucked. His left hand caressed her back, moving down to the small of her back where the dress was bunched. He slipped a pair of buttons and the dress slid down to pool at her ankles.
He pulled back slightly, raising his head. He gripped her wrists in his hand and raised them high, holding them out to either side as he kissed her lips. She kissed back, wide eyed and panting. He kissed the side of her neck again, biting a little harder. She moaned but made no attempt to pull her hands down.
He pulled her hands down, then, releasing them as he dropped to his knees in front of her. His hands slowly tugged her bikini panties down, revealing her mound of light red hair. She coloured, blushing furiously as he eyed her downy, neatly trimmed pubic mound.
Then he pulled the panties down past her thighs, so he could see her tight little slit. He slid them down to her ankles and lifted first one, then the other, removing them. He undid her shoes and took them off as well, then stood up, facing the naked girl with a cool, knowing smile.
She was trembling like a leaf as she stood there, his eyes on her naked body. She wanted to cover herself, to hide her nudity, yet at the same time gloried in the wanton excitement of displaying herself so openly to a grown man.
His arms slid around her again and he began to dance. It was all she could do to keep time with the soft flowing music as he led her around the room. She stopped with the music and pulled back. "Make love to me, Habib," she begged.
"But of course, my darling," he whispered, folding her in his arms.
Dumb little American whore, he thought.
He lifted her in his arms and carried her across the room and into the bedroom, setting her down lightly on the big brass bed. He lay her on top, kneeling between her spread legs, positioning her in the centre of the bed. Again he gripped her wrists, pulling them upward and apart. He pressed down on both to hold them there, then let go of the left, reaching up to the corner post and pulling a long strip of soft fabric down.
He kissed her wrist, then wrapped the fabric lightly but firmly, closing it with Velcro. She blinked up at him, hot but suddenly confused. He quickly pushed her other hand back and pulled another fabric strip down and wrapped it around that wrists.
"Ha-Habib? What are you doing?" she moaned.
"I shall show you how I make love to a beautiful woman." he whispered. "And you shall writhe in passion."
"But... but - ."
Amy tried to pull her hands free and couldn't.
"I do not want you to hurt yourself my darling girl."
He smiled, kissing her deeply.
He muffled her protests with his lips until they stopped, then began kissing his way down onto her breasts.
Amy moaned, staring up at the ceiling as his tongue danced across her nipple. So many guys had grabbed and pawed and groped her breasts before, squeezing them so they hurt. But Habib was a sophisticated man, and he knew how to handle a woman, how to make her feel so... wooondderrrfuuuuuull!
His hands glided across her breasts, moving in slow circles, stroking gently across her hot, quivering flesh. Amy arched her back, pushing her chest up into his hands, panting, moaning. His tongue slid down onto her belly button, making long, sensuous circles, then moving down further. Amy held her breath as his mouth moved between her legs, her pulse racing.
But he didn't touch her there. Instead he kissed his way down her thigh, over her knee and onto her ankle. He pulled it wider, then pulled another fabric strip from the corner of the bed and wrapped it tightly around the ankle. He kissed his way back up her leg to her thigh, and slid across just over her slit to her other leg, then moved his lips in a slow circling slide to her other ankle.
Again he pulled it wider, and wrapped a fabric strip around it. Amy felt a moment of fear, but it was quickly subdued by the desperate carnal passion enveloping her body. She had heard of things like this, and Habib was a sophisticated man. She had no intention of acting like a silly schoolgirl.
Besides, it felt so... kinky, so hot, so sensual to be tied like this, spread-eagled, her sex open to him. She looked up through shining eyes, pulling at the bonds to accentuate the feeling of sinful depravity. What would her mother think if she could see her like this?
"You are exquisite." Habib smiled.
Amy trembled with excitement.
He lay down next to her, on his side. His tongue lapped at her throat as his hand slid onto her breast and started to caress it. He kneaded her breast for a long minute, then pulled his lips from her throat and worked it down onto her nipple.
He sucked carefully while his hand slid lightly down to her belly. There he rubbed around and around before moving lower and sliding down onto her pubic mound. Amy gasped when she felt his hand cup her mons, then squeeze. She groaned and her loins pushed up against him. She had never felt so hot in her life. Her pussy was boiling, her body quivering with lust so badly she almost ached.
His hand gave her pussy a few little squeezes, then he placed his middle finger over her slit and pressed down, slowly forcing her sex lips aside until the finger lay nestled between them along the length of her slit. Slowly he began to rub back and forth, sliding the digit along her sex slit, rubbing it over her puffy pink pussy opening, stroking lightly across her quivering clitoris.
She sobbed, her chest now rising and falling desperately, her head spinning. His finger was rubbing steadily across her clit, back and forth, back and forth, on a warm, wet layer of her own sex juices. The sexual tension built up until the girl was writhing and twisting in hr bonds. Then she cried out as the pleasure peaked.
"Oh God! OH! OHhhhh! Uuuhhh! Ha-Habeeeeb! OHHhh! Ungh! Ungh! Unnnnnhhhhhhh!"
Her hips bucked up violently as he pushed down hard on her clit, grinding his finger, smiling as she writhed and shook and grunted, the muscles of her arms and legs straining against the bonds holding her.
That's it, he thought. The first time is important.
Amy's first time would be in bondage and she would come to associate bondage with the excitement and pleasure of this first time. His battle would then be half over. She already had a crush on him. By the end of the evening she'd be head over heels in love.
He continued to manipulate her pussy as her shuddering eased. His tongue moved over her breasts, alternating between one nipple and the other. Now he was chewing lightly, his teeth nipping on the soft, sensitive little buttons, giving her a little pain.
He knew she would never admit it though. He slid his finger down her slit, then curled it and dipped it into her pussy hole. He wriggled it, twisting from side to side as he slowly worked it through the tight little opening.
"OHhhh!" she gasped.
His finger dipped in and out, pushing deeper each time, sliding and twisting and prying her sex opening wider and wider. His tongue slithered down her body as he moved down between her splayed thighs. He crouched there, looking into her moist, glistening sex, his eyes intent.
Then his fingers pried her sex lips open and he gazed into the gleaming pink skin. His face lowered and his tongue touched her sex opening, pushing into her sex hole.
"OH God!" she gasped.
His tongue slithered into her, wriggling like a snake as he pushed it as deep as he could get it. Then he pulled it back and began to lap at her pussy, sliding it up and down, lapping at her juices. Only after long minutes did he slide his tongue upwards and flick it across her clit in short, sharp, hard motions that had the innocent girl gasping and yelping and then...
She came again, gnashing her teeth together as she tried to fight it off, tried to pretend a coolness, an experience she did not have. She was a neophyte at this though, and unable to control her body's responses. Her hips bucked up and down on the bed as his thumb rolled her clit against his forefinger.
Only when she had stopped moving, pulled free of the orgasmic pleasure, did he resume working on her. His tongue began to flicker against he clitty as his finger pushed deeper into her pussy. He worked her open to the hymen while his lips sucked on her clitty and his teeth gently ground from side to side against it.
He pumped his finger in her hole, then added another, making her groan from the fullness in her virgin opening. His tongue rasped along her slit, his lips suckling, his fingers rubbing at her clit. Again she was moaning, sighing, murmuring in delirium.
He undid his belt then, sliding it out of the loops of his belt. He slid it around her throat and tightened it, then lowered his pants. He lay down on her, his hard erection lying up along her belly. He kissed her again, his hands roaming along her slender body.
He took his fat, hard cock and lay the head against the trembling girl's slit. He pushed forward, the head slowly forcing her sex lips apart, trying to invade the tight tunnel that led deep into her body. His cockhead pushed harder, working her hole wide, slowly sinking down into her.
She mewled in pain and pleasure, her body jerking against its bonds. His cock pushed deeper, encountering the tightness, the blockage that was her hymen. He probed the front part of her pussy tunnel with his cockhead, pressing against her cherry repeatedly, just enough to make her wince at the pain.
He wanted her to hurt, wanted her to equate the pain with pleasure. He bit down on the side of her neck, hard enough to pierce the skin and draw blood. She gasped and whimpered, trembling beneath him. Then he pushed forward with his hips again, pressing against her hymen, stretching the thin flap of skin to its limits. She grimaced, her head going back.
He pulled back, then suddenly thrust hard. His cockhead smashed into her virginity and ripped it apart, sliding on through the bloody wreckage as she cried out in pain and pulled desperately against her bonds. He held his cock within her, half buried in her tight depths. Her pussy was sucking and squeezing unbelievably tightly on his cock as it lay throbbing inside her.
She blinked dazedly up at him and he smiled warmly. Her lips hesitantly turned upward and she smiled back through teary eyes. He kissed her again and she returned it eagerly. He nipped at her lips, then eased his cock slowly back. She whimpered but held still.
He pushed in again, his cockhead pushing past the remains of her virginity and sliding deeper and deeper into her body. Her eyes widened as she felt how deep, for she'd thought it fully inside her when it was only half way in. He thrust forward hard again and she cried out as his cockhead pushed high into her abdominal cavity, mashing up against her cervix.
"Oh! OH! OH!" she yelped.
"Shhhhh, my pretty one."
He kissed her lips, stabbing his tongue into her mouth. His fat cock was buried inside her now, nestled up inside her hot, wet belly. He could feel her pulse rising, feel her insides quivering as they squeezed down on his prick.
He began a slow, grinding motion, carefully keeping pressure against her clitty, gently working her upwards as he got her used to the feel of a cock moving inside her body. His hands slid under her, one under her head, one under her bottom. His lips continued to kiss and nip at her as he worked his cock slowly in and out of her tight sheathe.
She was starting to roll her hips up at him now, her bottom instinctively rising against him to meet his thrusts. His hands both slid onto her buttocks and he pulled her upwards as he pushed down into her. She was moaning and gasping in pleasure, her eyes wide and her mouth open as she stared upwards.
He chewed on the side of her throat again, just beneath the belt, thrusting harder, using longer strokes. Amy whined and panted, her body shaking beneath him as he pumped into her. Then she stiffened, her jaw quivering, her eyes bulging wide. Her chest stilled as she forgot to breath.
Then it was past, a minor orgasm, but a triumph nonetheless considering her former virgin state. The next would be much more powerful. He continued his stroke, his hands now moving through her hair, across her flanks, over her breasts and sharp, pointed nipples.
"Are you a slut?" he gasped. "Are you my slut?"
"Y-ye... yeeesss," she moaned, her eyes glassy.
He threw his hips forward, jamming his cock deep into her box and making her gasp in pain.
"Slutty girl," he hissed.
His teeth nipped at the side of her throat again and his tongue lapped at the little bit of blood. He fucked her carefully, his talented body building her upwards higher and higher, raising her to the heights of another orgasmic explosion.
There, at the peak, as she whimpered and squirmed, her eyes tight, her teeth clenched, there he stopped, waiting for her to open her eyes. At last she did, gazing up imploringly at him.
"Do you want it?"
"Yeeessss," she whined.
"Do you want it?"
"Please!"
"Beg for it then. Beg me for it."
"Pleeeeeaassse!"
"Please what? What do you want me to do, Amy?"
"Fu... fu... fuck me," she said, her voice small.
"Louder!" he snapped, making her gasp in shock.
"Fuck me!" she begged.
"Louder!"
"FUCK ME! FUCK ME! FUCK MEEEEE!"
"That's not asking. How do you ask, little slut?"
"Oh please!! P-P-Please fuck me! Please fuck me! Please! Please! Please!"
He began to work his hips up and down, agonizingly slowly. Amy whimpered, actual tears welling in her eyes.
"PLeeeeeasse!" she whimpered.
"Do you want it harder? Beg for it!"
"Please fuck me harder! Please fuck me harder! Ffuck me harder! Please! Please!"
Habib picked up the pace, driving his big cock down deep into the girl's tight moist little pussy tunnel, his bulbous cockhead hammering away at her cervix, his hips smashing into her thighs as he pounded into her. Amy squealed in delight, her head rolling on the mattress as her legs and arms pulled fitfully at their bonds.
She came, her body stiffening, arching in a convulsive explosion, a powerful release of orgasmic energy that ripped through her system. He grabbed the belt, pulling it tight, tight, strangling her, making her head swell, throb, ache. Her orgasm blasted higher, screaming through the air as she screamed, the sound choked off by the tight belt. Habib gloated as he watched, knowing the cataclysmic blast that was searing through the young woman's body, knowing its effect on her psyche.
Amy jerked and shook and writhed beneath him, yelping and gasping and grunting like a madwoman. Habib rode her through it, waiting for her body's reactions to still, for her to fall back to reality.
Finally she did, her eyes bare cracks as she lay panting, her chest heaving.
"Sweet little slut," Habib whispered. "Adorable little slut."
Leave them wanting more was one of his mottos. He could have brought her to orgasms all night long, but knew better than to rush things. Besides, he had business tonight. He drove her home, and was pleased to see how reluctant she was to get out of the car.
He'd been working on her all night about her parents, of course. Helping her to see how badly they treated her, how they thought she was an idiot child, and how they would never change until she convinced them otherwise. Soon, she'd leave them, though she didn't know it yet. When she did, she'd come to him.
After dropping her off he went to the warehouse where he would meet the potential buyers of his latest finished product. Amy was not the first, of course. She was only the latest in a long line. Her immediate predecessor, Tiffany, was waiting at the warehouse to be auctioned off.
He parked his Porsche just inside the big doors and got out as they closed behind him. The warehouse was empty except for five men who sat in a rough semi-circle facing a pedestal. Habib's assistant, Katrina stood by the door to the office. At a nod from him she went inside.
"Good evening, gentlemen," Habib said, greeting the five men cordially. "I'm certain you will all appreciate the beauty of tonight's offering. Before you bid however, I shall offer you a prelude."
There was a big screen TV beside the pedestal and he turned it on with a click of a remote control. There on the screen was a picture of Amy, dressed in her private school outfit. Though she'd graduated now, he had found the sight of a young woman in a schoolgirl outfit tended to elicit rather more excitement from these men. He watched as they watched, assessing their interest, then clicked the remote to let several more pictures of the girl flashed on the screen.
Then a live video came on, a short thirty second shot taken of Amy earlier that evening just after her second massive orgasm. It was taken from above the bed, showing the spread-eagled young woman, her body glistening with sweat, her face drained as her chest heaved.
The TV faded. Habib smiled out at the men, two of whom were obviously old enough to be Amy's grandfathers.
"Gentlemen, she will be ready for sale in two weeks, after her training is complete. For now... "
Katrina led Tiffany out and up onto the pedestal.
Tiffany was everything the men could have wished for in a slave. She was short, which made it easier for them to feel dominant. She was young, though not quite so young as Amy. She had long, beautiful blonde hair and big blue eyes. Her breasts were large and round, but very firm.
"This is Tiffany, though of course, you may call her anything you wish."
He nodded and Katrina slipped off the armless robe covering the girl from throat to ankle. The men's eyes lit up as they saw her naked young flesh, standing proudly before them.




Two

Her arms and ankles were encircled in strong metal bands, as were her belly and throat. Heavy chains linked all six bands together. The chain was for effect of course, for the girl would not even think of escape or disobedience.
Katrina removed the chains, though left the bands in place.
"Kneel straight," Habib ordered.
"Yes, Master," Tiffany responded. The girl dropped to her knees, keeping her back straight.
"Hands behind back."
"Yes, Master," she replied.
She placed her wrists together behind the small of her back.
"On your heels."
"Yes, Master." Tiffany sat back on her heels, the former junior college student spreading her knees wide.
"Turn and face down."
"Yes, Master."
Tiffany had wanted to be a graphic artist. Now she turned and bent forward, dropping her face to the floor, raising her bottom high, spreading her legs so the strangers could gaze at her shapely bottom and shaven sex.
"On all fours."
"Yes Master."
Tiffany rose on her hands until her arms were straight. She kept her bottom up and legs spread as she had been taught.
Katrina picked up a thin belt. It was used here rather than the riding crop the girl was used to so her skin would not be marked. Marking her flesh was the prerogative of her new master. Still, the belt cracked loudly when it hit her buttocks. She cried out in pain, her voice echoing through the huge building.
"Thank you, Mistress!" she gasped.
Again Katrina slashed the belt across her bottom. Again she cried out and thanked her. Then Katrina brought the belt cutting in sideways against the girl's pussy mound. Every man there could see the force she used as the thin, but heavy belt smashed into the hairless little sex.
Tiffany's cry was one of intense pain, yet after only a second's delay, she panted out a thank you to Katrina. Again the belt slashed across her pussy, and again, and again, and again. She was snivelling and shaking and whimpering, but each time she thanked Katrina.
After a dozen blows, Katrina stopped and picked up a narrow, stainless steel tube from the table. She bent and forced it deep into Tiffany's pussy, then pulled it back. She walked over to the men, showing each the gleaming lustre of pussy milk coating the tube.
"On your knees. Arch your back," Habib ordered.
Tiffany turned around, her chest heaving, eyes blinking back tears. She knelt straight, then slowly brought her hands behind her head and locked fingers together. Then she bowed her back as far as she could without losing her balance. Her big round breasts were pushing tightly against the thin layer of skin covering them, the nipples standing out stiffly.
Katrina picked up a light cane, then brought it slashing down onto the girl's left breast. Tiffany cried out in agony as the cane smashed into her taut breast, plunging through the thin meat, cutting her soft flesh in half for a brief instant before bouncing back up.
"Th-th-thank you, Mistress!" Katrina groaned.
Again Katrina brought the cane slashing down, this time on her other breast. Again, all could see the pain was horrible. Yet the girl did not move to pull away. Though her body jerked and trembled violently, she maintained her position, kept her hands locked together behind her head as she wept piteously and thanked Katrina.
"Put your right hand out." Habib ordered.
"Yes, Master."
The weeping girl straightened and held out her right hand. It trembled visibly. Katrina whipped the cane down across the centre of the hand. Again Tiffany shrieked in pain, and her weeping grew greater. But she held her hand in place and thanked Katrina for the pain.
Katrina brought the cane down again on the hand, then again, then again. It shook and jerked and quivered, but it stayed out as the girl sobbed through clenched teeth and gave thanks.
"On your back. Legs back." Habib snapped.
"Yes, Ma-master."
Almost at once the girl fell back onto her back on the floor. Then her legs came up, not bending at all as she brought them far back until she held each ankle on either side of her head. Her bottom was raised off the floor as she held herself in position.
Katrina raised the belt again. Tiffany and all the men present watched it arch through the air and then slash down directly onto the girl's pussy mound. Tiffany cried out in pain as the belt landed true with a dull wet splat.
Again the belt slashed down, and again, and again. The girl held her ankles up and back, her body jerking and snapping each time the belt hit her pubic mound. Then suddenly her shaking grew greater, her trembling worsened. She began gasping and grunting, her body twisting on the pedestal.
Katrina whipped her harder, faster, but now the blonde forgot to thank her, forgot to cry out in agony, for as everyone there could plainly see, she was in the midst of a tremendously powerful orgasm. The bidders watched in careful assessment as the blonde shook her way through the extended sexual meltdown, then, when she was finally released from its all encompassing grip. She whimpered a little thank you.
"Come here, Tiffany. On your belly," Habib ordered.
Tiffany let her legs fall with a thump and rolled over, then she began to crawl down the two steps of the pedestal on her belly. She slid along the floor, her bottom twisting from side to side as she pushed herself along with her toes, and scratched at the concrete floor with her fingers.
That her heavy round breasts were being ground down hard against the rough, dirty concrete went without saying. She did not complain though, and when she reached the spot where Habib stood she gripped his polished leather boot and brought her lips to the ankle.
He raised his foot a little and she began licking at the underside, starting at the toe and working her way back towards the heel.
"Enough," he said. "Stand and walk back to the pedestal."
"Yes, Master," she gulped.
She rose unsteadily, then walked, straight backed to the pedestal. She climbed the two stairs, then turned to face the bidders, her arms at her side, her back straight, her head up.
"Gentlemen. You may begin your bidding."
All of them yelled at once and Habib smiled to himself, knowing it would be a long competition.
One of the more important things about bringing Amy under his influence was to wean her from outside habits and authority, to get her to accept his, and only his commands, to think of her former life as unimportant, in the past.
He encouraged her up at school at noon, in a limousine, impressing her with his wealth and sophistication. She jumped into the car, awed by the luxurious, plush finishing, and intensely flattered once again at his interest in her, a lowly shop girl.
He complimented her looks, telling her how pretty she was, but expressed obvious disappointment in her attire, which was her clerk uniform of white and blue smock. She was instantly apologetic, and almost panicky in her fear of rejection. He added to that fear, sneering at the outfit, mocking little shop girls in dead end jobs with uniforms which declared their unimportance to the world. She was almost on the verge of tears when he relented.
"Well, I can't go out with you dressed like that," he said.
Amy's eyes were wide, and he could see the tears of embarrassment and worry pooling there. He picked up the phone and called Katrina, who was driving.
"Katrina. I want you to stop at a clothing store and pick up something for my guest here. Something a little more... ah... mature." He saw Amy's face blanche at the word, and get redder.
A few minutes later Katrina pulled over and got out, having gotten her size from Habib. Habib had rattled it of as a guess, stunning Amy with his amazing sophistication at being able to tell just from looking at her. He didn't mention, of course, that he'd checked her clothes the other day.
"Get rid of those." he sighed, looking wearily at her blue to, shirt and long skirt.
"But... but... "
"Katrina will bring you something else. Nobody can see in here with the tinting. Get undressed."
Squirming a little in her discomfort, Amy removed her blue smock, then slowly unbuttoned the front of her white shirt, pulling it out of her skirt and sliding it off. She unclipped her skirt, brought the zipper down, and then slowly pulled it down her legs, slipping it off over her ankles.
"The shoes and socks too, puulheeease." he mocked.
She reddened again and slipped off her flat heeled shoes and white socks.
"And the underwear."
He gave an amused laugh. "I didn't know you had such little girl underwear." He fingered her dainty white bra with a sneering smile.
"But, uh... Katrina will see me." she protested.
He affected astonishment. "My goodness, child. Have you never sunbathed in the nude? Don't you know that everywhere but here in America women sunbathe nude as a matter of choice? Only in your prudish country do women feel it necessary to hide their beauty. I assure you that Katrina will take no notice."
Even more embarrassed, Amy slipped off her bra, then shoved her panties down to her ankles and slipped them off. Now she was completely nude, sitting next to him in the back of a limousine on a busy street. Cars were passing back and forth and people were wandering by within feet of the windows.
She sat stiffly, her hands in her lap trying to hide herself.
"Relax," he sighed, rolling his eyes at her lack of sophistication.
He turned her back towards him and began to massage her shoulders, his strong hands working deep into the muscles as she stared dumbly out the window at the people walking back and forth.
"Here," he said, handing her a crystal goblet, "sip this."
She gripped it in her hands and drank almost all of it down, not seeing his smile as he continued to massage her back and shoulders. There was champagne in the glass, but something else as well, something that would relax her a good deal more than alcohol.
He bent forward and began to kiss the nape of her neck, then flicked his tongue out at her earlobe. His hands slid down her back, gliding up and down the soft skin, then went under her arms and up in front of her, cupping her breasts.
She gasped and stiffened, but did not pull away as he carefully stroked, squeezed and massaged her breasts. His fingers pinched and teased her nipples, hardening them as her breasts swelled. Then his right hand moved down onto her belly, caressing her skin, rubbing from side to side and in slow circles.
Her head rolled weakly, falling back against him as he continued to lick and kiss the side of her throat. Her breathing was getting heavier though, showing the effect of his erotic massage. He sat back against the back of the seat, bringing her back with him so she was sprawled weakly.
"Open your legs wide," he hissed into her ear.
Her legs slowly parted.
"Wider. Wider."
Her legs were now splayed wide as she lay back against him. He continued to knead her breasts as the hand circling her belly slid lower, gliding through the little red thatch of pussy hair to move directly over her pussy.
She sighed heavily as he palmed her pussy. He could feel the wetness there as he began to rub up and down her pussy slit. He curled his middle finger and on a down stroke, slid it down into her hole. She showed no reaction other than to hump her groin a little outwards.
He began pumping the finger in and out of her slit, working his thumb against her clitty as he did. He forced a second finger into her tunnel, pushing both of them in to the knuckles as his thumb ground down against her clitty. She groaned, the sound weak and low and long. He pumped harder, flicking his nail across her clit, then rolling it slowly between thumb and forefinger.
She began to roll her hips now, gasping and panting as her head spun in a sensuous erotic blaze of heat. She was quickly approaching an orgasm.
Habib kept his nails long purposefully, and now stabbed his thumb nail right into her clit, pushing hard. She cried out in pain, arching her back, her arms flailing at her sides as if she would push his hand away. Yet, she could not do that, would not do that.
He resumed the gentle, expert caress he was giving her clitty, bringing her closer and closer to the ultimate orgasmic peak. Then again he jammed his thumb nail into her clit, at the same time pinching her nipple cruelly.
She yelped and quivered, but made no resistance. He sucked hard at the side of her throat as he steadily pumped his fingers in and out of her gleaming pink sex hole. She was writhing on the seat now, her legs twisting and trembling, her feet scrabbling and rubbing at the floor and seat.
Then Katrina returned, getting into the front seat and slamming the door. She opened the window separating the front from the back, talking in German to Habib as he continued to pump and finger the redhead. Amy looked at the tall, cool, sensual blonde woman with white, shocked eyes, She felt a slowly dawning realization that she was naked and being fondled under the strange woman's very eyes, felt shame and humiliation begin to seep into her befuddled mind, yet she made no effort to cover herself, nor even to stop her humping, grinding motions against Habib's fingers.
She continued to gasp and whine like a bitch in heat, her eyes caught by Katrina's like a doe in the headlights of a car.
She felt a moment's horror as she felt the orgasm sweeping up around her, then her shame was blown away as she came, her bottom whipping back and forward on the seat as she gibbered in feverish pleasure, overwhelmed by the blast waves of climactic sexual release. Her eyes finally pulled free from Katrina's as they rolled up behind her lids.
Her body thrashed and writhed on the seat, her left leg jamming under the front seat, jerking fitfully, her right slapping at the back of the seat she was slouching upon.
At the highest point of her orgasm Habib jammed his thumb nail against her clitty, at the same time he stuffed all four of his other fingers into her sex, jamming them as hard as he could to bulge her tight little pussy out.
Amy gurgled and cried out in dazed ecstasy, her head whipping back and forth, her body wracked by convulsions as her climax was raised to a still higher pitch. She mewled and whined as pleasure and pain slashed across her vulnerable system, overawing her senses, frying her nerve endings.
Katrina turned away and closed the window, then started the car and drove off. Amy's convulsions slowly eased until she was laying there panting exhaustedly, her eyes staring through little slits under her lids as she recovered.
"Did you like that, little one?" he asked, his voice soft as he caressed her head.
"Y-Yes," she whispered.
After a moment she sat up, then turned to gaze reproachfully at him.
"Katrina saw me," she moaned, her eyes shifting from him to the tinted window separating the front seat from the back.
"So? She has seen people in orgasm before. Those in Europe are not so frightened of sex as you Americans. They have a sophistication that you could well emulate."
"But Habib!"
"Shh! Don't be foolish. Now get dressed and we will go someplace nice."
"Yes Habib," she sighed, eyes downcast.
She searched through the box of clothes Katrina had bought, gazing dubiously at the contents. At last, she fished out the panties and slipped them on. Actually, they weren't panties, but a G-string. She'd seen them before in lingerie shops but never would have had the courage to wear one. She had no intention of showing any more of her lack of sophistication to Habib, though.
She pulled on the delicate little lacy bra. It was more of a half bra, and was almost completely see through. She'd never worn a garter belt, but figured it would be easy enough to figure out how it worked. She snapped it closed with the little straps hanging down, then reached for the stockings.
She would have preferred panty hose of course, but it was so unsexy that she wouldn't have dared even suggest it to Habib or Katrina. They would probably laugh. She slid the white, fishnet stockings up her legs and thighs, then snapped the garters up over them, attaching them to the belt.
She felt rather confident now that she had that done. She reached for the sweater and pulled it over her head. It was white and then, stretchable, but very tight. She had to struggle to get it over her shoulders. Then she tugged it downward.
She was surprised at how long it was. Even when it reached to her hips there was still more fabric bunched up. She had to raise her buttocks to pull it below her hips and down to her thighs.
"I think this is the wrong size," she grunted, fighting to position it properly.
"No. That is just right. It looks good on you."
She reached for the pants or skirt and found the box empty.
"There's no pants."
Habib chortled and she turned red.
"That is a dress, my dear."
She reddened even further, feeling like a complete imbecile. That was why it was so long. She tugged it lower but it would go little further than her crotch.
Habib nodded and smiled. "Yes, that looks very good on you," he said.
After that, she didn't dare ask him if it wasn't perhaps a little short.
She slipped on the first shoe. It too was white, and high heeled. The heel though was extremely high, and very thin too. Stiletto heels, she thought. Again they weren't something she'd ever dared to wear. Fuck Me shoes, the boys called them, because of the way they pushed a girl's bottom up and out towards the world.
Katrina stopped the car, then got out. A moment later her door opened and Amy climbed unsteadily out onto the sidewalk, feeling shamed before the woman who had seen her both naked and in the midst of an orgasm. She turned her face quickly away from the woman and saw herself in the glass of the club they had stopped at.
The dress looked even tighter than it felt. Every curve and bulge on her body was clearly outlined, especially since the thing was white. The hem was only a little below her buttocks, exposing practically every inch of her legs. As for the high heels, well, she'd never worn any that high before. She only hoped she didn't fall on her face. That would be the final act of humiliation today.
Habib got out of the car and took her arm, then led her in through the heavy varnished oak doors to the club. Even out of Katrina's sight, Amy remained embarrassed, now by her revealing clothing. The dress was elasticized and clung far too tightly to her body for her tastes, and she had to fight to keep her free hand from continually yanking the hem down.
She felt as though everyone they passed was staring at her, and in fact, many were, for she was a beautiful young thing, and her body was well displayed for all to see. They were seated at a table and Habib ordered white wine for both of them. The tuxedo clad maitre'd nodded and moved off.
"How would you like to fly to the Riviera with me this weekend?" he asked. Her eyes widened and her jaw dropped.
"The... the Riviera?"
"It's in France." he said, raising an eyebrow.
"I know that!" she flushed. "I just... my parents... "
"Oh I forgot how young you were."
He sighed in disappointment, shaking his head.
"I can go!"
"Your... your mummy and daddy won't mind?"
Again her skin darkened in embarrassment. "I can go anywhere I want," she said airily.
"Well, good." He actually seemed impressed by the lie. Then he started chatting about the beauty of the Riviera and all the gorgeous people he knew there. Meanwhile, Amy tried to think of a lie that would explain her absence all weekend to her parents. She knew they would not approve of an older man, especially an Arab. They were so... so provincial.
The lights were very low, producing a romantic atmosphere. Amy was quite impressed, being used to the bright light of fast food restaurants. She sipped her wine, not noticing the colourless little drops of liquid Habib slipped into the glass as he refilled it.
He pulled his chair over until it was next to her on her right, dropping his voice to a low and confiding whisper as he chatted. She smiled happily, more than a little dazed by the events of the afternoon. When he kissed the side of her throat she giggled a little instead of pushing him away in embarrassment.
Then she dropped her glass, her eyes getting wide and round as she gasped in shock. Habib's right hand and slipped easily beneath her short skirt and cupped her pubic mound now, squeezing firmly. The lights were low, but not that low.
She sat rigidly, her eyes staring about to see who had noticed. Nobody looked back, nobody having seen anything beneath the tablecloth
"Ha-Habib. Habib!" she gasped.
His left hand was around her shoulder, holding her tight as his right deftly slipped under the G-string, two fingers thrusting rubbing lightly across her clit.
She grunted loudly, her head whipping forward, then back.
"Nooooo! S-stop!" she whimpered.
"Are you a slut? Are you my little slut?" he whispered into her ear, nuzzling lightly.
His fingers stroked expertly across her already quivering clit as she panted and groaned. She felt the sex heat flooding up into her even as her head swivelled warily from side to side, fearful of watchers, fighting to show no reaction lest she betray his lewd attack to the other patrons.
She pressed her lips tightly together as his fingers moved faster. Her chest was pumping like a bellows as if in time to his fingers' rude stroking. Her eyes were wild and frightened, frightened of discovery, frightened of betraying herself, her insecurity, her immaturity, her naiveté.
Yet those fingers were doing something powerful down inside her belly. She could feel her guts twist and roil, feel her loins burn, her pussy moisten. She tried to resist, but couldn't, and her thighs opened of their own accord, letting him push even deeper.
She dropped her head forward onto her chest, clutching her arms around her chest helplessly, then her hands jerked away, jamming down onto the sides of the chair. She gripped it, her knuckles white, her body quivering, sweating.
Then her head fell far, far back, her breasts pushing out against the tight thin fabric. She grunted, the sounds low, but continuous, her bottom humping against him on the chair.
The orgasm passed and her head fell forward again as he slipped his wet fingers back out from beneath her skirt and held them before her nose.
"Taste."
She gazed dully at them.
"Taste it. Taste the loveliness of a woman's sex."
Unwillingly she opened her lips, just a little.
"Taste."
His voice was compelling and her lips parted more. He slid a finger in between them and she licked it, sucking lightly, not caring who was watching.
"My little slut," he whispered.




Three

The rest of the afternoon was a whirlwind to Amy. First there was the matinee at the theatre, then dancing at one of the city's most exclusive clubs. After that, she and Habib returned to his apartment where he taught her the finer points of sex.
She had previously considered that sex was a simple thing, especially for the girl. Habib set her straight about the foolishness of that thought. Starting at the beginning, with her fellatio techniques.
"What's wrong with it?" she'd demanded, somewhat sulky. "No boy ever complained before."
"But I, my dear, am not a boy," He smiled.
She nodded, shamefaced.
"The best way to do it is the traditional method."
"Huh?"
"On your knees, my sweet."
"Oh."
Amy had gone down on her knees but he had then stood up.
"I thought you were gonna sit on the bed."
"No. I will stand. It's better if you have to tilt your head backwards."
"Why?"
"So you can take it down your throat of course. Surely you have deep throated before."
She shook her head numbly, eyes wide.
He gave a heavy sigh and shook his head. "Well," he said, "I suppose it's never too late to learn. First - . "
He pulled a pair of handcuffs out of a drawer and knelt briefly behind her. He pulled her hands behind her back and snapped them together.
"This is so you aren't tempted to use your hands. You should be able to bring me off with just your pretty little mouth."
He stood up in front of her then and she stretched her back straight as she tilted her head back and opened her mouth.
"No, no, Amy. Close your mouth. I'm not giving you a dental exam."
"But... "
"Do you know how to whistle?"
She nodded dumbly.
"Then put your lips into the same position you would if you were whistling."
Her lips became round with a little hole between them and he put his cockhead against the hole.
"Now you keep your lips tight against my cock as it slides in and suck on it as though it were a straw. Suck it right into your mouth through the hole. Keep your lips pressed tight remember. That's it. Good girl."
She sucked his cock straight into her mouth, then began working on his cockhead like she'd learned before from someone else. She ran her tongue up and down the underside of the cockhead as she slurped and suckled at the entire length.
"Twist your head around. Move it around in your mouth so it rubs against the sides and top and bottom... That's right. You should be doing all the work. Move it around and suck on it and keep up the tongue pressure."
She slurped hard on the cock as she twisted her face around to keep pressing the cockhead against one cheek or the other, or against the top of her mouth or the bottom. She began bobbing her head, sliding her tight lips up and down the length of his gleaming wet shaft, taking it far into her mouth until the cockhead mashed against the entrance of her throat.
"Now," Habib said. "What I want you to do is convince your throat that my cockhead is a big juicy piece of meat that you are eating. It's true anyway," he grinned. "Keep your head tilted back so the throat tube is lined up properly, then when I push forward, swallow like it was a chunk of meat."
Amy was still bobbing her mouth on his prick and nodded anxiously, tilting her head back. He slid his cockhead forward along her tongue, then, holding her head between his hands, thrust forward hard. She hardly had a chance to swallow as the cockhead hammered against the back of her mouth and then popped into her throat and kept right on going down into her.
She looked down at her lips with open eyes, seeing inch after inch of cock moved into and through them. She fought with her stomach, which was threatening to heave, and gurgled in pain and discomfort as the thick wet cock shaft slid down her throat.
His thick cock completely blocked her throat like a cork in a bottle and she could neither breathe, nor, of course, suck on it any more. Habib didn't seem to mind as he forced the entire length of his shaft into her mouth until his balls were lying along her jaw and her nose was pressed against his groin.
"That's it... gooooood... gooooood," he sighed.
His cockhead was a thick round slab of meat drive down deep into her throat, almost into her chest. She could feel it even more than she could the rest of his prick still lying in her mouth, squashing her tongue down. Habib slowly pumped his cock in her throat, sliding the cockhead up and down the length of her spasming, aching gullet.
She began seeing stars as the lack of oxygen threatened to knock her out, but he pulled his cock back out of her throat with a pop and she gasped for breath, coughing violently and gulping in air. Air rushed into her burning lungs as she moaned a little and fought against the cuffs holding her wrists, trying to squeeze and scratch her aching, itchy throat.
"Now again," he said, pushing his cockhead against her throat. "Swallow it."
His cock bumped at her throat several times and she tried to swallow but kept gagging and having to pull back. Finally she just forced her head forward and the cockhead smashed through and into her throat. She pushed her lips down along the length of his cock, ignoring the discomfort until she had her lips wrapped around the base of his prick and pressed against his crotch.
"Good girl,' he said approvingly.
Amy glowed. His praise was worth the pain and soreness. She slowly worked her lips up and down the shaft, and this time when she ran out of air she pulled back and let the head pop out of her throat and into her mouth. He petted her head, sliding his fingers through her thick red silky hair.
Then he gripped her hair hard, making her grunt in pain. He jerked her back, his cock popping out of her throat as he raised her and tossed her on her back on the bed. He jumped on top, his weight coming down heavily atop her and making her gasp as her chest was squashed.
He jerked her legs apart, and cantered his spit-wet cock at her pussy, then thrust hard. Amy cried out briefly as his bulging cock thrust deep into her hole, then she lay there gasping and panting softly as Habib rutted furiously down into her belly.
His hands moved all across her, squeezing, fondling, pinching, then he pulled out again. He straddled her body on his knees, crawling up over her until his dripping prickhead was inches from her mouth. His knees pressed into the bed on either side of her head and his buttocks crushed her breasts as he pushed his cock into her mouth again.
The helpless girl began to suck at once as Habib ran his cock into her oral cavity and started pumping. Though she was utterly helpless he held her hair anyway, jerking it sharply with every thrust. Amy's tongue whipped back and forth across the underside of his cock as she tried to bring him off quickly, before he tore her hair out.
He let go of her hair, with one hand at least, reaching for a shelf at the head of the bed. He pulled out a long thick tube and clicked a button at one end. It was a high speed vibrator, though Amy had never seen one before. In any case, her entire attention was devoted to Habib's cock as it slid back and forth across her lips.
Until, that is, she felt a hardness pressing against her pussy lips. She could see nothing down there since Habib blocked the view. But she could feel a violent buzzing as some hard thing was pushed into her vagina. She moaned, the sound muffled by his big cock. The thing pushing into her hole was very big and her pussy was being stretched tautly.
The buzzing was strange, sending the oddest sensations into her belly, setting her groin to quivering and twitching uncontrollably. Her sex lips were tightly stretched, her clitty pressed hard against the side of the big tube that had been forced deep into her moist tunnel.
Both of Habib's hands returned to her hair, jerking her head up off the bed to meet each of his hard, almost cruel thrusts. His cockhead kept smashing against the back of her mouth, threatening to go down her throat despite the difficult angle. He fucked her with harder and harder lunges, until finally his cock bent a little and skewered her little throat, sliding far down its length.
Amy's throat ached terribly and she felt sure she would throw up. She desperately tried to cope with that, to not disgrace herself as Habib grunted and sighed high, high above her, yet the buzzing thing in her groin was driving her entire nervous system crazy.
Her pussy was getting unbelievably hot and her body was beginning to jerk and twitch with muscle spasms. Her belly swirled in confusion and her mind was overawed by the multiple sensations and the terrible confusion assaulting her from Habib's violence and the blistering response from her body.
Then a big white wad of cum shot down her throat. She felt its heat as it dribbled down her throat wall. A second, a third, and more wads followed, all shooting directly down her throat, trickling along the sides of her tormented throat walls as he continued to run his cock up and down in her tiny throat tube.
He sighed heavily, then slowly drew out the long, softening length of his prick until her throat was free once more. She panted for breath as he got off her and sat on the edge of the bed, his eyes studying her like an insect. With the pain in her throat abated, more and more of her concentration was being diverted to the quivering contortions of her seeping pussy tube.
Habib leaned on one elbow as he watched her, reaching for the vibrator with one hand. He slowly pumped the vibrator in and out of her throbbing sex, smirking as she groaned and grunted and tried to push her pussy up onto the pumping plastic tube.
"Like that, slutty girl? Do you like that?" he grinned.
He pulled it out and sat up.
"I'll be back for you in a few minutes, if you're lucky. You just lie there and wait," he ordered, standing and pulling on a robe.
He walked out of the room, leaving the sweat coated girl, her naked flesh glistening with heat, lying on the bed, hands cuffed behind her, her legs splayed, her eyes closed as her chest rose and fell with her heavy breaths.
Minutes passed, and she began to calm, until she felt a soft hand on her breast and a woman's voice, heavy with amusement, snapped her eyes open.
"Well, now, what have we here?"
It was Katrina, still wearing her dark black chauffeur's uniform. Amy blushed deeply, trying to sit up and hide her nudity. Katrina laughed, letting her sit and pull her knees up in front of her.
"I see that Herr Habib has found it necessary to bind your harms. Are you such a bad ghirl, zen?"
Amy stared at the woman, wide eyed, not knowing what to say. Katrina continued to smile, though she did not appear altogether amused. She reached down with her long left arm and suddenly grabbed Amy by her shining red hair, jerking her body forward, up onto her knees, leaning forward herself until she was able to crush her lips against Amy's.
Amy's protests were muffled under the tall blonde's crushing lips, her tongue battered and bruised by the flickering, whipping tongue of the older woman as she kept mashing her lips down onto hers. Amy could do nothing, her wrists still bound behind her, and her hair sending sharp, stabbing pains into her befuddled head as Katrina jerked it sharply back, forcing her head back.
Katrina's right hand slid under Amy's left breast, cupping it at first, then squeezing with growing pressure until her fingers dug deep into the soft white flesh and twisted it from side to side. Amy's body was arched back from the pressure of the woman's hand on her hair.
She struggled weakly, unable to produce any real resistance as the woman's tongue continued to slide all around inside her mouth. Then Katrina abruptly flung her back to land on her back on the bed. Her legs were wide apart and she snapped them shut as soon as she realized it. Katrina stood there beside the bed, grinning from ear to ear as she looked down at the frightened girl.
Then she slowly began to undo the buttons of her jacket. She pulled it open and took it off, revealing the full extent of her bounteous chest. She undid the buttons and pulled the shirt open and off, then undid the snap of her pants and slowly, almost tauntingly, unzipped them.
The pants slid down to her ankles and she stepped out, clad in black panties and bra. She reached behind her, her eyes locked on Amy's, as undid the bra, slipping it off, letting her huge round breasts come free. Amy's eyes slid down off her face and onto those big, proudly upturned mammaries. She admired them briefly, despite the fear flickering at the edges of her senses.
Then Katrina slipped her panties down and stood there naked, sliding her hands up and down her lush, voluptuous body. She moved forward, her knee coming down on the mattress. Amy squeaked and shuffled back, then slid her legs out of bed, jumping to her feet.
Before she could move she found Katrina in front of her. The woman was still smiling down at Amy, even as the whimpering girl backed away from her.
"Leave me alone!" Amy cried.
"Vhy?"
"I-I-I don't want... I don't..."
"You don't fuckh women?"
"No!"
"Vhy?"
"I... because that's... that's dirty!"
Katrina threw back her head and laughed uproariously,, then she moved forward, backing Amy further into the corner of the room.
"Ees it dhat you like a man's big cockh inside jou? Ees zhat vhy?"
"Leave me alone! I'll tell Habib!"
"Do not threaten me, ghirl," Katrina sniffed.
She slid her hands up and down on her beautiful body as she sneered at the cowering girl.
"Am I not beautiful?" She cooed.
"Y-Yes," Amy gulped.
"Ju vill like me, to touch me, to feel my tongue on your... private places."
"NO!"
"Ju like only beeg cock? I have beeg cock, leetle ghirl."
She moved back towards the bed and opened the drawer on the night table. Amy debated her chances of running past the woman but didn't think them high. Then Katrina was moving in front of her again, coming closer and closer until Amy's back was pressed against the wall and she had to tilt her head back to look at Katrina's face.
Katrina held what looked like giant, double headed Black cock. The dildo was well over a foot long and enormously thick. It drew Amy's wide and frightened eyes like a magnet. Katrina smirked at her, then spread her legs a little and rubbed the head of the dildo up and down her pussy slit. Amy watched in astonishment, her face beet red with embarrassment, as Katrina began to push the dildo inside her blonde furred pussy.
The head disappeared, then inch after inch of shining black rubber cock went up into the woman's sex opening. Katrina groaned in pleasure, her legs straight as she fed more of the dildo into her body. She stopped then and let go of the thing.
It looked almost as though she had a cock. Ten inches or so of thick prick hung down between her legs, sticking out of her pussy slit.
"Now I haf a cock for ju leetle ghirl," Katrina snickered, moving closer.
"Leave me alone! Leave me alone!" Amy whispered.
"I zeenk ju like my peepee," Katrina giggled, lifting the cock in one hand and holding it towards Amy.
Amy had retreated as far as she could and could not avoid the touch of the dildo as it slid up and down against her thigh.
"I'll scream!"
"Herr Habib is out for now. Zhere is nobody here but us."
"Leave me amhhhgphhhhhh!"
Katrina slammed her body into Amy's, crushing the girl against the wall as her mouth locked around Amy's and sucked hard. Her hands gripped the girl's hair and mashed her breasts as she rubbed her own fat breasts against the redhead's soft, sensitive white flesh.
Her right hand jerked Amy's leg up high, shoving it back against the wall. She slid her rubber cock against Amy's pussy opening, sliding it back and forth along her slit. Amy whimpered and sobbed helplessly as she felt the soft rubber begin to press against her swollen sex lips.
She squirmed and jerked away, trying to pull free, grimacing in pain as the dildo forced her sex lips wider and wider. Katrina's hips pushed forward as she jabbed the black cock into the smaller woman's slit and slammed her body forward.
Amy cried out as she felt the cockhead cleave her sex lips and push into her tight, warm belly. She could do nothing to pull free of it as Katrina pressed her lips down onto her again and began working her hips to pump the dildo in and out.
The soft, ridged rubber pushed higher into her belly as Katrina held her leg aloft, forcing her heavier body into Amy's. Her lips were harsh and demanding as they crushed Amy's, her tongue slithering around inside the redhead's mouth.
The dildo thrust high into Amy's belly as Katrina thew her hips forward and slammed them into Amy's thighs. The dildo head ground against Amy's cervix, bringing a strangled gasp of pain past her bruised lips.
Katrina fucked her like a man, her hips pumping the dildo in and out of Amy's pussy, slamming into her thighs, her mouth slithering across Amy's, nipping and chewing and sucking at her throat and cheeks and ears.
Amy's tight sex was impaled on the thick girth of the rubbery cock. It pumped erratically in and out of her pussy as Katrina's hungry excitement grew. Her big breasts crushed down against Amy's, the heavy, gelatinous mammary flesh rolling and mashing together as their bodies slapped against one another.
"B-Bitch!" she panted.
Katrina tore at her hair, forcing her mouth back against her own.
Flesh ground together as their grunts and groans and moans filled the room. Amy had given up any resistance, and tried to simply wait out the crude, sexual attack. Yet it went on and on, Katrina's breath hot in Amy's ears, their sweating skin slipping together, their pelvises slapping and grinding, the dildo sliding up and down her pussy tube.
As her fears subsided and she realized that there really was no more pain accompanying the woman's violent assault, she began to realize that her body was responding to the steady grinding of some part of the dildo across her clitty. At first it was little more than a strange but not unpleasant itching, but it grew and grew. She felt angry and defiant and embarrassed, yet there was also a sense of breathless excitement within her.
The soft pleasure of her own skin rubbing against Katrina's, and the new and pleasant sensation of her soft breasts rolling and pillowing out against the other woman's breasts made the young woman pant and moan in pleasure.
At first she tried to repress the feeling, not wanting to display anything like acceptance of the woman's actions. But her mind was whirling in confusion. After all, hadn't Katrina already seen her naked before, being masturbated to an orgasm by Habib? What was there to be embarrassed about now, especially since Katrina was naked too?
And there was a little protuberance in the dildo just where it stuck out of Katrina's sex, grinding and crushing her own clit as the big blonde thrust into her. At first it ached, but then the aching became a throbbing and a burning which was threatening to take her breath away.
Amy began to sense the deeply powerful sexual atmosphere that surrounded the two, began to feel how utterly carnal, how raw and bestial and sensuous was the hot, furious sexual assault she was being subjected to.
Katrina was fucking her with more and more force as Amy's head rolled slowly against the wall and her nipples stiffened on her swelling breasts. Sex was what she was made for. Habib had told her that. There was no such thing as bad sex. He'd told her that too.
Her pussy was being skewered by the blonde woman's thick black fuck-tool and her belly was fluttering and shaking and twisting in response. When Katrina jerked her head back and crushed her lips again, Amy's own tongue fluttered weakly as the blonde's slithered around inside her mouth.
She was not responding, merely reacting, her sense of values and morals wildly askew from her last few days with Habib. Strangely, she felt no guilt. How could she feel guilt when she was helpless, in another's control, unable to resist. There was a powerful sense of freedom in that.
Katrina's hips slammed into her as the blonde thrust the dildo high into her belly. Each powerful stroke slammed her against the corner walls, briefly lifting her foot off the ground as Katrina's pelvis slammed into her groin.
She was whimpering in bleary confusion now, her body awash with jolting sexual stimulus, her heart pounding, pulse racing. Her slender young body was being hammered by the older woman's sleek, rounded frame, yet there was no pain, only a delicious passion at the heavy pressure of the other's soft flesh against hers.
Her eyes were slits and her head rolled weakly as Katrina continued to pound her against the wall. She grunted each time the dildo thrust up into her belly, a continuous, erotic chant that was like the steady beating of a drum, evidence of the physical battering she was undergoing.
"Ungh! Ungh! Ungh! Ungh! Ungh! Ungh! Ungh!"
Katrina's body continued to pound against her, the heavy breasts slithering against Amy's hard round breasts as the redhead's pussy was reamed by the pumping black cock.
"Ungh! Ungh! Ungh! Ungh! Ungh! Ungh! Ungh!"
An electrical shock sizzled along her spine, then flared out to engulf her entire body. She shuddered violently, her mouth opening in a soundless scream, her eyes closing tightly as her body stiffened and arched back against the wall. Her breath was locked inside her lungs as her body was blasted by a glorious orgasmic flood of ecstatic delight.
Her pussy, her belly, her breasts, all burned and exploded with powerful sensations of bliss and pleasure as her body thrashed and shook and bounced against the wall.
Finally the feeling began to subside and her chest unlocked. She drew in a long, ragged, gasping breath of air as her eyes slowly blinked open.
Katrina was pressed tightly against her, the dildo buried inside the red furred pussy. The blonde's arms were encircling her, one on her bottom, the other on her left leg, high up on her thigh. She could see over the woman's shoulder and look into Habib's scowling face.
Habib yelled something in German and Katrina jerked quickly back, the dildo tearing free from Amy's pussy slit. Amy yelped and fell to the floor as Katrina staggered back, she and Habib glaring at each other, talking loudly in German.
Then Katrina stomped out of the room, still naked, the black dildo bouncing between her legs. Habib turned to glare at Amy.
"Are you a lesbian then?" He growled.
"N-N-No," she gulped.
"NO?"
"She... she forced me."
"And were you not enjoying it? It certainly seemed as though you were not unhappy."
Amy could not meet his eyes, shamed, horrified at betraying him.
"How can I forgive you?" Habib demanded, as tears filled Amy's eyes.
"You have humiliated me!"
"I... I'm sorry," she said in a small voice, sniffling.
"Sorry? You are sorry?" He yelled. "I will make you sorry!"
He grabbed her by the hair, ignoring her yelp of pain as he dragged her across the room on her knees, scrambling to rise, to ease the pain of his grip. Then he sat heavily in a chair and she was across his knees. She was sobbing with grief, knowing she had hurt him terribly, hoping there was some way for him to forgive her.
Then his hand slashed down onto her upraised buttocks.




Four

Amy yelped in pain and shock. It had been a long time since anyone had spanked her bare behind. She could not believe how sharp the pain was. Her entire bottom was on fire, her body resounding to its fierce clamouring.
Then Habib's hand slammed down again. First was the hard blow as his hand struck her warm buttocks, then a split second later, the sudden swamping rush of stinging pain and heat that flared through her body. Again she cried out, her sobbing loud now as her legs kicked convulsively.
His hand fell again, and again, and yet again, each blow bringing a yell of pain to interrupt her gut wrenching sobs. Each time his hand landed on her soft young flesh the room resounded to her cry of pain and the sharp report of flesh striking flesh.
Amy's round buttocks were soon redder than her hair, and throbbing with deep burning heat. Curiously, the pain seemed to ease as the spanking continued. A wall of pulsating heat covered her buttocks, numbing the sharpness of each new blow.
Habib stopped, panting for breath. He grabbed her long hair and jerked her head back.
"Are you sorry?" he demanded.
"YEeeeesss!" she sobbed.
"Are you?"
"I'm soooooooorryyyy!" she wailed.
He sighed heavily, his right hand slowly caressing her overheated buttocks, then sliding between them, down onto her pubic mound, rubbing it lightly.
"Can I forgive you?" he sighed.
"Pleeeeassee, Haabiiiiiib," she moaned.
"You are a slut!" he snapped, his hand rising and slapping down on her bottom again, drawing a sharp cry of pain from the redhead teen.
His hand slid down onto her pussy, peeking out between her thighs, rubbing it.
"But you are my slut! Are you not?"
"Y-Yes, Habbiiiib!" she sniffled.
He slid a finger into her slit, probing inside her fuck-box. A second joined it and began to pump in and out.
"Are you a good girl?" he asked.
"Yeesss, Habiiib. I'm a goo... good girl."
His fingers pulled out of her pussy and his hand slapped down hard against her pussy mound. Amy yelped at its impact, the pain ripping into her body.
"You are a bad girl!" he roared. "You are a dirty slut!"
He began pumping his fingers in and out of her tight pussy slit again, his thumb rolling the little clitty from side to side.
"Should you be punished?" He demanded.
"Y-Yessss, Habib," she whimpered.
Again his hand slapped down on her pubic mound. Her body jerked in response as she cried out in pain. Almost at once his fingers slipped back between her sex lips and began slowly pumping.
Her pussy mound stung with pain, the sensation joining the throbbing heat of her buttocks as Habib pumped his fingers in her sex hole.
"I love you," he sighed, "But I can not keep you. I must abandon you."
"NOoooooooo!" she wailed, her mind shocked and despairing.
"How can I accept one who betrays me so?"
"It... It... I didn't... didn't mean tooooo!" she wailed.
"No. It is not you but this,"
He squeezed her pussy mound tightly, twisting it. "This has betrayed you and I as well."
"Pleeeeeaaassee! I'm sooooory!"
"You are, but is this?"
He slapped her pussy again, making her yelp in pain.
"No, there is no way of continuing our relationship," he sighed, "Not when your body is so beyond your control it will give itself to any who claim it."
"I can't help it!"
"No. I know. That is why you must go."
He pushed her off onto the floor and stood up. She sobbed piteously, getting to her knees and laying across his lap.
"Pleeeeasse! I love you, Habib!" she wept.
"But your body is beyond your control. There is, perhaps, a chance," he ventured. "But it will be painful for both of us."
"Anything! I'll do anything!" she gasped, raising her tear stained face to stare up at him.
"Your body must be trained. It must be conquered."
"How?"
"Only one thing can overpower pleasure, and that is pain. Can you stand the pain needed to gain control of your own loins?"
"Yes! I'll do anything you want!"
"It will hurt greatly."
"I don't care! I don't care how much it hurts!"
"Can you be strong?" he asked doubtfully.
"I can! I will. Oh Please, Habib!"
"We will see then. Stand."
She quickly got to her feet, sniffing and trying to rub her tears off her face on her shoulder.
"Only if you love me deeply will you be able to master the pain and your body's instincts. Sit on the table there."
Amy pushed her bottom back against a table and jumped up onto it.
"Lie back." She lay back on the table, her bottom on the edge.
"Spread your legs wide... wider... wider, as wide as you can."
"This is the problem," he mused, his hand settling on her pussy mound, stroking it lightly. "This is where the problem is so this is where the pain will be most effective."
He went to the bed and lifted the vibrator, then came back to her. He clicked it on, then thrust it deep into her pussy slit. She gasped as her pussy was suddenly pierced and filled with the thick, hard, buzzing instrument. Habib forced it in until her sex lips closed again, the full length of the instrument buried inside her throbbing belly.
"Now we shall see if you truly love me, if you truly have the strength to resist your body's cravings."
It was then she noticed the belt hanging from his hand. It looked like an ordinary enough belt, though thick and heavy. She whimpered anxiously as she saw him raise it.
Yet he did nothing, merely stood there watching. She lay in uncertainty and fear, the vibrator buzzing remorselessly inside her sex-hole. She closed her eyes as her pussy began quivering in response. She sighed heavily, her buttocks rubbing against the edge of the table as she felt the pleasure seeping through her system.
Habib stroked his finger along her slit, and she grunted as it caressed her swollen clit. She felt him pulling her sex lips apart, gripping the end of the vibrator and sliding it free. Then he rubbed the nose directly across her clitoris and she felt her body respond, felt her insides quivering in tune to the vibrations. Naked, legs spread, she rolled her head from side to side on the table as Habit thrust the vibrator deep into her sex again, burying it inside her, making her groan in pain as it jammed against her cervix and her swollen sex lips closed behind the base.
She didn't even see the belt as Habib raised it. It lashed down hard, landing directly on her mound. The sharp pain ripped into her body and shattered the thrumming pleasure radiating from her pussy. Her legs snapped shut and her knees jerked up to her chest as she howled in pain.
Tears streamed down her cheeks as she writhed in pain, wanting to cup her stinging flesh but unable to with her hands still cuffed. She ground her thighs together in an effort to ease the pain.
"Open your legs, Amy," Habib said, his voice harsh.
"But... but... "
"Did I not say it would be painful? If you are unwilling, if the force of your love is not sufficient to overcome it, then say so now and leave."
"NOoooooo!" she moaned.
Slowly, as though they fought the decision, her knees came apart, widening inch by inch until her sex was open and vulnerable again.
She wept and quivered as she lay there, the pain slowly easing.
"You must keep your legs wide, wide apart," Habib said sternly.
"I... I'll try," she whimpered.
The shock of the sudden pain had burned its way into her system. Her body continued to twitch in the aftermath, still reliving that shocking, stinging blow. Again Habib brought the belt whipping down. This time Amy saw it, and her legs tried to snap closed, but not in time.
Again the belt splatted against her pussy mound. She screamed as excruciating pain ripped into her sensitive flesh. Her thighs jerked closed around the belt so he had to rip it free. She sobbed and shook, her pussy burning with pain.
"Open your legs, Amy. Spread your legs,"
She only wept louder.
"Spread your legs or LEAVE!" he growled.
Her sobbing grew even louder but her legs convulsively jerked apart until once more her pussy opening was bared. The flesh of her pussy was now a dark red, matching her thin fringe of pussy hair. The belt lashed down and cracked against her pussy mound once more.
Again her scream of agony rent the air as her legs snapped shut. Again she wept and sobbed and shook, clasping her legs tightly together, grinding her thighs against her pussy.
"Spread your legs, Amy!" he snarled.
"I-I - ."
"Spread your legs and keep them open or this is pointless and you can go home to mummy and daddy!"
Her legs slowly pulled apart again, spreading wide.
"Are you strong? Can you be strong?" He demanded.
"Ye... ye... yes, Habib," she sobbed.
"This time you must keep your legs apart."
"Tie them down," she implored him.
"No. You must master your body. You must keep them open."
She braced herself, gritting her teeth as she saw him raise the belt again. Then it whipped forward and down. She saw it impact against her pussy mound, then an instant later, felt the horrible blast of pain rip into her. Her legs again jerked closed, but only a little. She caught them, and by a tremendous will, jerked them open again.
Habib smiled. Again the belt slammed into her soft, swollen pussy meat. Again she cried out in pain. Again her legs jerked, as if trying to close, then jerked back open again.
The belt lashed out again, and then again, and then once again, each time slashing down onto the soft, tender meat of her pubis. Amy cried out, each blow sending a blast of pain screaming through her body. Her buttocks bounced and jerked and shook on the edge of the table, yet she kept her legs wide apart as the belt descended again and again.
Her pussy burned like fire was engulfing it, yet she kept her legs open, for she was desperate for Habib's love and forgiveness, desperate to gain control of her body, to please him. What was this pain against the pain of losing him?
Gradually, her pussy grew numbed to the further blows, though the pain still rocked her body and mind. Her sweat covered body jerked and shuddered and trembled on the table, her eyes closed, her jaw slack. Her mind was too disoriented, too blasted from the emotional and physical shock and pain to think straight, or even think at all.
The only thing that it knew was that her legs must remain open. No other thought existed. Her cries grew weaker, until finally only a soft grunt accompanied the meaty thwack as the belt whipped against her pussy. Habib halted, stepping forward to feel her pussy.
His fingers pried her swollen pussy lips apart, searching for her clitty. He found it and rolled it between his fingers, pressing it down against the still furiously buzzing vibrator. Her loins began to hump upwards in instinctive response.
Her body writhed, her dazed fever freeing it from any conscious inhibitions. She began moaning softly, her dazed mind feeling the pleasure sliding around it, drawing it upwards into the softness of bliss. Her bottom bounced on the edge of the table as she humped up at an imaginary lover.
Her pussy moistened with juices seeping out through her bruised sex lips. Her arms strained against the cuffs binding them, her back arching, pushing her swollen breasts upward.
Her breathing became more rapid, her chest heaving in short, sharp little gasps. On the verge of orgasmic release, her head rolled and jerked as her body began to shudder.
Then the belt slammed into her pussy again, even harder than before. The pain slashed across her body, for a moment threatening to rip her out of her orgasm. But then, as the belt struck her again, the blast wave of sensations instead hurled her upward into a cosmic euphoria that exploded around her in massive orgasmic release.
Habib lashed her pussy as fast and hard as he could, the belt a blur as it hissed through the air. Each time it struck her pussy her body jerked convulsively and she grunted loudly. Inside her, the pain, instead of halting her pleasure, shoved it higher and higher, intensifying the climax, sharply escalating the level and dimension of her ecstasy.
The heat of pain sent the pleasure soaring higher and higher as the belt continued to whip her pussy, until her entire consciousness was caught up in the heaving, howling maelstrom of erotic pleasure that clutched her body and soul.
Her mouth opened and closed, her legs bouncing and jerking in mid-air. Her bottom ground into the table as she writhed in maddened convulsions. Muscles groaned, tendons tore, bones strained. Fire rippled up and down her nervous system, snapping and burning off whole regions of her body's sensory detectors, overloading them, frying them.
Yet her legs remained open. The belt slashed down on her soft pussy mound with a loud wet splatting sound as her pussy juices gushed out of her slit and coated her burning mons.
Finally the sensations simply became too much, too powerful, and she was blasted into a deep dark hole.
When Amy woke, her pussy burned with pain, but it was not so bad she couldn't take it. It was not like when Habib had whipped her, more like a dull throbbing sensation that was not unlike when she'd burned her fingers on a hot pot a few weeks earlier.
Her pussy looked normal, though she winced to touch it. Still, more important than the dull pain, or even the remembered agony, was the astonishingly powerful orgasm that had torn through her body. She quivered just to remember it. She'd never felt anything like that in her life.
It was hard for her to walk even the short distance from Habib's limo to her house, but she managed it, then went up to her bed and lay down, her legs wide, as she thought about the events of the day.
She felt proud that she'd been able to keep her legs open like Habib wanted. She only hoped that showed him how much she cared for him. She slid her hand down to her groin and touched her pussy lightly, wincing as the burning increased, became painful.
Her clitty felt swollen and damaged, yet as she tenderly opened her aching sex lips, she saw it there, the same size as always, looking quite normal. Still, it throbbed.
It was not terribly difficult to convince her parents that she was spending the weekend at a friend's cabin with her and her parents. Her soppy, blissful tale of how much in love she was with her lover was more than enough to convince her friend to lie on her behalf.
Her throat was dry and her body was in a high pitched state of anxiety as she waited for Habib's limousine. She clutched her bag in one hand as she stood on the corner, both fearful and determined to cure herself, to master her body.
Then she was in the car, quivering with anticipation as Habib stroked her hair. His hand undid two buttons on her shirt, then slid inside, caressing her breasts. He fingered her little nipples until they were hard, his second hand sliding down into her pants, rubbing at her still sore pussy.
"We will go to my apartment," he said. "More important than the Riviera and conquering your shyness, is conquering your body. This weekend, we will become masters of your body.
"Ye... yes, Habib," she groaned, trying to ignore the delicious pleasure seeping into her.
Katrina carried her bags as Amy meekly followed Habib up to his penthouse. The German woman disappeared and Habib turned to the redhead with a smile. He cupped her face, then kissed her on top of her head.
"Are you mine?" he whispered.
"Yes, oh yes, Habib!" she panted.
"Disrobe."
She quickly shucked out of her clothes, then stood there naked, her back straight, her firm young breasts standing out, nipples hard. He stroked her belly, his hand lazily circling her stomach as he kissed her lightly on the side of her neck.
"Do you submit to me?"
"Yes, Habib."
"Are you mine?"
"Yes, Habib!"
"You are my slut?"
"Yes, Habib," she gasped.
"Kneel then."
She dropped to her knees in front of him, her back straight.
"You must call me Master. Do you understand? You must answer each question with Master."
"Master?"
"Yes. Do you understand?"
"Yes... Master."
"Excellent. As I master you, so you will master your body."
"Yes, Master."
"Lie back on the floor and spread your legs."
She did as he ordered. He stood over her, smiling slightly.
"I want you to masturbate. Fondle yourself until you are about to climax. Then stop. You must stop before you climax, and tell me. Do you understand?"
"Y-Yes, Master."
Hesitantly, her hands moved onto her belly, began to stroke her pussy, caress her tender breasts. She stared up excitedly, watching him as she squeezed and kneaded her full young breasts and slid her fingers up and down along her pussy cleft. She fingered her clitty as she began to pump her fingers in and out of her pussy, a little embarrassed as he watched, but wildly aroused.
Her excitement mounted, her breathing becoming strained, harsh. She could hardly believe she was masturbating in front of him! She moaned, her eyes fluttering. She felt deliciously wicked and uninhibited as she lay there, fondling herself as Habib watched. She felt her body pulsing and throbbing with pleasure, felt it soaring upwards towards climax.
She wanted that climax, wanted it desperately, yet she knew she must stop, knew she must. But she did not. She could not. Her orgasm blossomed quickly, and once begun, nothing was more important to her, nothing at all. She gasped and moaned and cried out in happiness, her fingers jabbing into her gash as she rubbed her clitty.
With the return of reality came grief, and remorse, for she had failed him and Habib looked deeply disappointed with her.
"I'm sorry," she whispered.
"You are very far from mastering your body."
"I'm sorry... Master."
"You will be more so. Follow."
He strode away and she scrambled to her feet and scurried after him. They went down a hall and into a small square room with thick padded walls. He took her wrists and placed a thick, padded leather band around it, snapping it tight. He did the same to her other wrist. The leather was tough and covered in metal studs. There was a thick metal ring on it as well.
He lifted a leather collar from a table and slid it around her throat, snapping it shut. It, like the wristlets, was covered in metal studs and had a thick ring at the front. He took a small chain and attached it to her right wrist band, then snapped it into the ring on the other one.
Her wrists were cuffed together in front of her. He raised her hands high above her head and only then did Amy see the chain hanging from the ceiling. There was a hook on the end and he slipped the chain over it.
Amy was not hanging from her wrists, quite. She could still touch the floor, standing on her toes and the front of her feet, her heels raised up.
Her body was straining against the chain, tautly erect, her shoulders tight, back straight, breasts pushed up and out to either side by her raised arms, belly a narrow concave below the ridges of her ribcage.
It was kinky and exciting; despite the anxiety gripping her belly at what he would do to punish her.
"Do you belong to me?"
"Yes, Master," she panted.
"You are my slut?"
"Yes, Master,"
He stood beside her, his hand sliding onto her chest, softly caressing her breasts, stroking against the soft, tight flesh, fingering her erect nipples, tweaking them lightly, twisting them.
"Do you want to master yourself?"
"Yes, Master."
"Do you remember the pain?"
"Ye... yes, Master." Her voice quivered.
"Do you seek it again?"
"Yes... Master," she gulped, her body tingling with anxiety.
He stepped back and stared into her eyes.
"Do you know how sensuous you look? Do you realize how erotic a picture you present? How excited you make me?"
Her skin flushed with pleasure, her breathing becoming more ragged.
"Should I whip you, little one?"
"Ye... yes," she whispered.
"What?"
"Yes, Master."
"Beg me."
"Whip me, Master. Please whip me."
"Where should I whip you, Amy?"
"My... my ass."
"And where else?"
"My, my, pussy?"
"And where else?"
"My... back?"
"And your breasts? Should I whip your breasts?"
She moaned and her body jerked, the thought both frightening and exciting.
"Yes... yes, Master."
"Will you scream for me?"
"Yes, Master!"
He went to a table and lifted a slim rounded piece of wood. It was about two feet long and smoothly polished. He brought it back to her and slid it along her breast flesh, sliding it against her nipples.
"Do you know what this is, Amy?"
"No, Master."
He slid his hand between her legs, cupping her pussy and fingering her slit. Two fingers slid up inside her as he began to thumb her clitty. She gasped and her head jerked convulsively.
"This is a cane. Would you like your behind caned like a naughty little girl?"
"Ohhhhhhh!"
"Would you?"
His voice was hypnotic. Her pussy drooled juices onto his palm. Her hips began to pump in and out. She knew pain was coming, would come from the cane, but she was thinking still of the massive orgasm she had undergone the other day, and was desperately hoping to feel those sensations again.
"Yeesss, Maaasstteeeer!" she groaned, throwing her head back and pushing her pussy onto his fingers.
"Good."
He moved behind her and her shoulders tensed as she braced, breathlessly, for the first blow, wondering how badly it would hurt, how terrible would be the pain.
The she heard the sharp whirring sound as the thin cane whipped through the air.




Five

The sharp biting pain sent Amy's hips snapping forward as she screamed in shock. Her bottom felt like it had been cut open with a knife. She jerked and twisted on the end of the chain, her feet kicking and flailing as she tried to catch her breath.
Again she heard the hissing whir as the cane whipped forward, then the soft, meaty crack of sound as it hit her bottom. The impact was not great, but almost instantly, there was a deep, piercing blast of pain. She cried out, her body jerking forward, feet leaving the floor as her legs whipped open then closed.
Again the cane slashed across her soft round buttocks, and again she screamed, her body twisting fully around to face Habib's smiling face, then twisting back again, then twirling around once more.
Again the cane cracked against her buttocks, then once more, then again. Each blow sending her body twisting and shaking, dancing in the chains, unable to remain still as the cane slashed across her round cupcake bottom.
It stopped, and Amy's shaking slowly eased, her body still swinging, though with less force. He reached out and held her, stilling her so she hung there, panting, chest heaving, toes weakly scratching at the floor. His hand caressed her buttocks, then slid up and down her back over her spine.
Both hands reached around her body and cupped her breasts firmly as he nibbled at the nape of her neck. Then he stepped back and Amy hung there, whimpering softly, her buttocks afire with pain still.
"Are you ready for your whipping, my slut?"
"Ohh. Oh it hurts!" she moaned.
He pinched her nipples and nibbled at her earlobe. "Am I not worth it?"
"Y-Yes, Habib!"
"Think of yourself being whipped, my dear. You are a precious, beautiful, sexy woman hanging by her wrists. Whipped, Amy! Whipped!"
His fingers rubbed slowly at her clit.
"The helpless maiden tortured by the evil foreigner," he chuckled. "Tortured. Whipped! Naked and whipped across your back!"
The word was exciting, the thought even more exciting. To be whipped! She, boring little Amy being hung by her wrists and whipped!? Who would ever have believed it!?
He drew back and she moaned, turning, watching, eyes wide, body quivering in anticipation as he moved to a nearby shelf. He returned with a big vibrator and slid it up and down her slit. She could not stop her hips from grinding as it rubbed at her clit, and groaned aloud as he turned the angle up and forced it up through her sex lips. She felt her lips strain and strain as the fat metal tube slowly pushed up into her body. He left it there, an inch or so protruding, forcing her sore, swollen sex lips to stay spread, wrapped tightly around it, quivering, buzzing, transmitting delicious vibrations through to her clitoris as he moved away again.
He came back, holding - a whip! - of some kind. It had a long black handle and what looked like a dozen or so long black strips. Amy swallowed anxiously, thinking that surely those strips were too thin to actually do her any damage. They might sting, of course but that was all.
She moaned and turned her head away as he moved behind her, and then cried out as the whip struck, the strips spreading out, cracking across her upper back with breathtaking force. The stinging pain was sharp, and she cried out, back arching as if she'd been clawed by a cat... by several cats.
"Yes, my slut. Feel the pain as you are whipped!" Habib growled, his voice low, hypnotic. "The naked whipped virgin hanging by her wrists, about to feel her tormentor's cock driving deep into her belly."
Again the whip lashed across her body. Again Amy cried out, back arching sharply, head flung back as the sharp, stinging pain ripped into her back and burned through her nervous system.
Oh it hurt! But not that badly, not with the sexual fever setting her blood boiling.
She was being whipped!
Again the cat sliced into her back, and again, and she cried out, the heat and pain mounting.
Habib drew off to one side and turned a wheel, raising the chain, lifting her fully off the floor now. The pressure on her wrists and arms was intense, painful, but the pressure of her sexual fever only grew as her legs dangled below her, her toes twitching and quivering.
He walked back, slapping the Cat o' nine tails lightly against his hand. He stood behind her once more, then raised the cat and swung it hard, slashing its many tails across her soft white flesh of her back.
Her cries echoed around the walls as she jerked and shuddered and swung around in circles, twisting and swaying in violent contortions. Again the cat lashed out and bit into her back, again she howled. The cat's thin leather strips left light red lines all across her back, tiny cuts in some places.
He swung it again, and again, and again, and there was more blood, long thin slashes on her white skin. The cuts were all very shallow, the bleeding not much more than a paper cut's worth. The visual effect though, was spectacular. Again he swung the cat, the multiple leather strips slashing across the young woman's back.
He sighed deeply and put it down, not wanting to disfigure her by cutting up her skin. As it was, her back would show the marks for a couple of days. He moved behind her, grabbing her hair, and jerking her head up and back.
"A whipped whore," he growled, his lips nuzzling at her earlobes. "A naked whipped whore hanging by her wrists!"
He let his other hand slide down her taut, heaving belly and probe at the vibrator protruding from between her taut sex lips. She shuddered, her bottom grinding back against his groin as he rubbed at her clitoris and shoved at the base of the vibrator.
She was panting, moaning in pain, yet her breath heavy against him, her own tongue twining with his as their lips slid together.
With two fingers pushing rhythmically up against the base of the vibrator and his thumb twisting and rubbing at her clitoris, her moans quickly turned from pain to pleasure. He pulled his mouth free from hers with a wet, sucking sound, then jerked her hair even harder, forcing her head almost upside down.
Amy grunted as her neck was strained and her hair pulled, then gasped as his mouth bit down hard on the side of her neck. He growled as his teeth chewed on her flesh, his lips sucking furiously as he attacked her throat.
He let her go, then slid his hands through her hair on either side of her head, pulling it forward, sweeping it up around her face and pulling her head up to face him.
"Are you mine?" he whispered. "Do you belong to me?"
"Y-Yessss," she gasped.
"Are you my slave?"
"Yeeesssssss," she moaned dazedly.
His hands tightened in her hair, twisting sharply.
"Yes, Master!" he barked.
"Yes, Master!" she whimpered.
His lips closed on hers again and they kissed passionately, their tongues twining and twisting together like snakes.
He let go of her hair, moving around in front of her, and began to lick his way down her body, pausing at her breasts, where he slurped and sucked and nibbled each little nipple into outraged hardness before sliding down her belly. He knelt between her legs, his hands softly fondling her buttocks as he slid his tongue up and down her slit.
He pried her legs apart, then pushed his face up into her crotch, sucking, lapping, rasping against her clitty even as the vibrator continued to purr. Soon she was grunting and moaning and pushing her hips forward. Her legs pulled further open of her own accord and she writhed in her chains as she felt the rising heat in her loins.
He stopped and stood up before her, gazing with a smirk, at her dazed, blinking eyes and heaving chest. He rolled her nipples between his fingers, then kissed her lightly on the side of the forehead. He drew back then and without warning brought his fist slamming forward into her belly.
His knuckles sank deep into her gut, her body flying backwards as her legs came up. Her eyes bugged open and she choked and coughed in shock and disbelief. He watched her twist and shake, her mouth making unintelligible hacking noises as she fought for air, the wind knocked out of her by the vicious blow.
He watched with a thin smile as the desperate sound of her lungs trying to draw breath filled the room. He dropped to his knees again, prying her slender thighs apart, then lapping his tongue up and down her slit once more. She jerked and shook as she struggled to breath, but Habib continued his steady slurping and licking of her pussy, sliding and twisting his tongue as far up inside her narrow pussy passage as it would go.
Her breathing became more even as she recovered, and her contortions eased. Exhausted from her struggle, she hung motionless as Habib continued his patient tonguing of her pussy opening, playing his tongue across her clitty from beneath as he rubbed a finger against it from above.
He trapped the clitty between his teeth and gnawed at it, using light, deft motions to grind his teeth from side to side before drawing his lips closed around it and sucking hard. She quivered and jerked, her hips bucking and her legs twitching as he blew hot air on the little nub and pumped the vibrator inside her.
He stood again, smiling at her lovingly.
"You are the essence of beauty," he whispered, his hand trailing softly across her hips and down across her belly to cup her pubic mound in a gentle grip.
He stroked his fingers across her clit, his hand sliding between her thighs as she willingly spread her legs.
"Spread your legs a little wider, Amy," he whispered, his left hand rubbing up and down between her buttocks, joining the other beneath her as the two rubbed back and forth against her groin. He had forced the vibrator almost entirely into her young body now, her sex lips almost closing behind it.
Amy's legs jerked a few inches wider.
"Wider still, my love."
Again her legs moved apart. Habib smiled. Her eyes were glazed and unfocused as he moved only slightly back and brought both hands around to cup her breasts in a firm grip. Then his right knee rammed up into her mound from underneath, actually lifting her body higher briefly, before she fell back, twisting and shaking and giving a gargling hacking groan of intense pain.
Nausea washed over her as she fought to keep her stomach from heaving up its contents. She couldn't think, couldn't talk. Her legs, which had snapped shut at the blow, too late to prevent it, now slid open as her body sought to relief the pressure and tightness in her pussy.
Again Habib's knee snapped up and slammed into the soft, vulnerable, puffy little pussy mound, mashing it hard against her pubic bone. She gave a despairing, breathless cry, her body stiffening, then jerking and trembling in pain. She couldn't hear, couldn't understand...
"... Your legs, Amy."
The voice was deep and came from a far place.
"Open your legs, Amy. Open your legs and keep them open. Open your legs, Amy."
Something came to her as she jerked and shuddered, some remembrance of the words' meaning, some recollection about something she was supposed to do. Her legs opened, slowly jerking wider and wider because she remembered she was supposed to keep them wide apart. She didn't know why, but she knew that was what she should do.
Another blow hammered into her soft, aching puss, once again flinging her body upwards, jarring her entire frame by its powerful force. Dizziness washed over her, and her head throbbed and pounded.
"... pen your legs... Open your legs... "
She jerked her legs open, wide open, gagging, her head snapping back as another concussive blow hammered her groin. Yet her legs, controlled by some subconscious, automatic part of her mind, remained open, and another blow followed within seconds, then another, each one jarring and rocking her body, heaping pain onto pain as she shook and twitched and jerked.
Her mind was awash in pain, her senses reeling, her body shaking helplessly. But slowly, slowly, the pain began to ebb; her aching, wounded, battered pussy mound was caressed with lightness and cool, taking the sting from the bruised flesh.
Her eyes focussed briefly, saw nothing, then unfocused. Her head hung down lifelessly. Again her vision cleared, long enough for her to see the top of a head by her groin, but then her vision blurred once more.
She felt her belly quivering, but not with nausea this time, rather with a pleasant fluttering that she seemed to recall with favour. Her head rolled bonelessly, then fell back, her long red hair trailing down her back except for what was plastered against her head.
Her body began twitching and trembling, this time under assault from a different direction. Her head filled with a strange buzzing sound and she tried to shake it to clear her mind. Then hands seized her face and lips closed on hers.
She kissed back automatically, her eyes recognizing Habib's face, though her brain could not identify it. She felt a pressure at her slit, then something hard pushed up into her slot. She grunted, her legs widening as the thing probed inside her, then slid deeper.
Habib's left hand cupped her buttocks, his right, held her left thigh, holding it up as he pushed the last inch of cock meat up into her gash and felt the head of his cock touch the deepest part of her pussy-pit. Her legs spread, coming up around him as she panted for breath.
Both his hands cupped her buttocks now as he began to hump into her. His cock moved steadily back and forth in her belly, his hands kneading her buttocks as their lips touched and slid apart and touched again, their tongues sliding over each other's face.
She grunted reflexively, her eyes still unfocused. Her crotch humped against him as her thighs and legs pulled repeatedly at his torso, drawing him into her. His hips pumped steadily, pistoning his cock up her pussy with a long, even rhythm.
His fingers massaged her buttocks, sliding up and down her firm, rounded cheeks as he pumped her.
The dazed girl gasped and moaned and whimpered, alternately hanging insensible, or jerking her hips forward in desperate need.
"Oh... oh... oh GOoooood... Oooohhhhhhhhhh!" she gasped.
He grabbed her legs then, his big hands sliding beneath her knees, jerking her legs off him, shoving them up and back against her, way back, bending her body against the pull of the chain holding her wrists.
He straightened her legs, his hands sliding down onto her ankles as he pushed her legs up high, determinedly pressing her slim young ankles up, jamming first one, then the other, into the narrow openings between her head and her arms.
He let them go then, and they stayed, the girl locked in place like a pretzel, her buttocks and pussy mound shoved out and up towards him. His hands slid onto her hips then and he began to thrust furiously, swinging her back and forth on her wrists to increase the force of his strokes.
His hips hammered into her buttocks now with a powerful concussion that jarred her entire frame. His cock pistoned inside her like a machine, faster and faster, his cockhead thumping against her cervix with a savage hammering impact that almost hurt him and certainly must have hurt her.
Amy, bound together, twisted and pounded, could only stare through glazed, blinking eyes as her loins burned feverishly, her disconnected body no longer under any kind of mental control, absorbed the brutal pounding, concentrating its attention on the rasping of his ridged, veined cock across that most sensitive part of her anatomy, at the top of her pussy slit.
Then a violent trembling set in, her fingers and toes clenching above her, her head twitching, her eyes rolling back. An orgasm of epic proportions tore through her, ripping apart what remained of her consciousness in a massive, howling upheaval that plunged her senses into chaos and threatened to sunder the very fabric of her existence.
Her battered, aching body, ripped by blast after blast of orgasmic ecstasy, quivered in convulsive jerks and shudders, as though in the grip of an electric current. Her muscles stiffened, then eased, then stiffened again as a long, long groan escaped her slack jawed mouth, and with the last of the sound her eyes closed and her head fell.
Habib pumped the last of his semen up into the sweating, moaning, fevered girl and eased his purple knobbed prick back out of her soaking slit. He heaved a sigh as he saw the unconscious girl hanging there, twisting slowly, then left the room to shower.
Left alone, Amy continued to twist slowly, until after a few minutes, first one, then the other of her feet popped free and fell lifelessly down below her.
"You are far weaker than I had though, Amy," Habib sighed, shaking his head. "It is the eroticism of your body. You must try to concentrate only on the pain. Ignore the pleasure your body feels."
"I try, Habi... Master," Amy gulped.
She lay on the bed, looking up tearfully at him as he sat beside her.
"You must concentrate. Think of the pain. Embrace it. Savour it."
"How?"
"That I can not teach you. You must learn it from within. Perhaps it is that this," he rubbed her puffy, sore pussy, "is simply too strong, too sensitive."
"But I can't help that, Master."
"Let the pain take you then. Do not try to fight it. Relish it for its strength. Clasp it with your mind and draw it within you. Concentrate all your awareness on the enjoyment of pain."
"But how can I enjoy pain?" she asked, her brow furrowed.
"When you accept it, when you can bask in it as in the waters of a gentle rain, then you will have control of your body."
"I don't know if I can," she groaned.
"Is it your pride? Is your pride too great?"
"I... I don't think so."
"Perhaps you still hold to your outdated concept of immodesty, the arrogance of your own body's beauty."
He appeared to think for a few moments.
"You must abandon this concept of your body's dignity. Dignity is of the mind, not the body. Come here."
He stood and moved back from the bed. Amy rose as well, but he held up his hands to still her.
"Go to your knees and crawl to me."
She dropped to all fours, then crawled across the floor towards him. He backed up through the door and she kept crawling out into the hall.
He walked slowly down the hall with Amy crawling alongside him, then stopped. "Sit," he said.
She sat back on her heels, looking up at him.
"Good. Stay."
He went into another room.
Amy sat there for a minute, then he reappeared; carrying what she first thought was a long leather belt. She looked at it anxiously, wondering if he was going to whip her bottom again, but then she saw it wasn't a belt at all but a dog leash. He snapped it to the metal ring on her studded leather collar, then held the end and started walking again. She moved forward beside him.
Her breasts hung below her like udders, swaying back and forth as she crawled. Her bottom stuck up in the air, her pussy peeking out between her thighs as her legs moved.
At the end of the hall they were met by Katrina, wearing a black maid's outfit. Amy reddened, quivering in shame as the woman looked down at her. Katrina spoke to Habib, who nodded curtly, then said in English. "Give her a massage then put her in a bathing suit. You know the one I want, and put her in the blue room.
"Yes, Herr Habib," Katrina said, her accent thick.
Habib handed her the leash and then moved off out of Amy's sight. Katrina looked down with an unpleasant smile, then tugged hard on the leash, almost pulling Amy off her hands.
"Coom," she said, striding across the floor.
Amy struggled to keep up, crawling as fast as she could, her knees aching as they thumped down on the floor. Katrina kept hauling on the leash, keeping it tight. A couple of times she jerked Amy right off her knees, and even then did not stop, merely dragging the girl along until she could regain her knees.
They went into a small room without windows. A high thin table was placed in the centre. It was lightly padded and Katrina thumped it with her hand, indicating Amy should get up. She hesitantly got to her feet, then crawled onto the table, turning onto her back as Katrina ordered.
Katrina removed her collar and the leather bands on her wrists. She then poured a warm oily substance on Amy's stomach and began sliding her hand into it, smearing it over the redhead's belly and up over her breasts. She poured more of the oil, sliding her hand up over her breasts again, then up around her upper chest and shoulders.
More oil was poured onto her belly, and Katrina spread it down her abdomen and onto her hips and thighs, then slid her oil coated hand between Amy's thighs and began rubbing at her pussy. She poured more oil, spreading it down Amy's thighs and legs to her ankles.
"Turn," she said.
Amy rolled over and Katrina poured the oil onto the small of her back, then spread it up her back to her shoulders, then trickled some down the cleft between her buttocks, rubbing over her buttocks and down the backs of her legs. She pulled Amy's legs apart and slid her oily hand up and down between her buttocks, sliding down between her thighs and over her pussy mound.
She stroked her body, beginning to dig her fingers into her shoulders and sides, massaging her muscles with quick, strong fingers. Her hands moved down to Amy's buttocks and she kneaded the flesh professionally, squeezing and twisting it. Her hand moved between Amy's thighs again, rubbing back and forth over her pussy, then pressing deeper, sliding between her pussy lips, sawing up and down her pink slit, oiling it down.
Amy grunted in wary, anxious pleasure as she lay there, her muscles feeling loose and warm. Her pussy was tingling with pleasure as the tall blonde worked her fingers into Amy's pussy meat.
"Turn."
Again Amy rolled over, this time onto her back. Katrina didn't touch her at first, and after a moment, Amy opened the eyes she'd closed. The blonde was just finishing disrobing. Now she stood there naked. Amy gulped and felt a soft heat in her belly.
But Katrina began massaging her legs starting down at her calves, then working her way up to her thighs. She skipped Amy's pussy, digging her fingers into her sides and hips, then working them up to her chest. Her fingers dug into the soft oozing breast meat, mashing the pliable flesh, digging deep furrows in the firm round orbs.
She rolled the meat, twisting lightly, mashing the breasts together, then rolling them apart, rubbing upwards, then down. She ground her fingers and palms over Amy's hardened nipples, then worked her way up to her shoulders again, squeezing the muscles at the side of her neck.
Then she climbed atop the table, straddling Amy, sitting down on her belly. Amy looked up wide-eyed as she felt the woman's bare pussy against her stomach. Katrina's hands moved down and began kneading her breasts again, acting like nothing was out of the ordinary. Katrina began to slide her groin and buttocks up and down Amy's belly, her knees firmly pressed against both sides of Amy's hips as she rubbed her bottom and pussy against the younger woman's soft skin. She bent forward, her hands slapping against the table above Amy's head.
Her big breasts hung below her just over the redhead's face and she pressed them against Amy. Amy opened her mouth and sucked in one of Katrina's nipples, suckling like a baby as the blonde pushed the breast meat down heavily and ground her crotch and bottom on her belly.
Then Katrina's bottom was sliding downward, her knees moving down to straddle Amy's hips, then her thighs. Her breast popped out of the redhead's mouth and then slid down to press against the girl's hard swollen breasts.
Her mouth covered Amy's and the two kissed deeply. There was no reluctance in the girl as there once had been. She returned the kiss hungrily, her hands coming up to squeeze Katrina's breasts.
Katrina raised Amy's left leg, then slid her own beneath it, jamming their crotches together. Amy felt the hot touch of another woman's pubic mound on her own for the very first time and it sent a jolt of shocking heat into her body. She spread her legs, opening herself more as the bigger woman began to grind their pussies together.
Amy gasped as she felt the gentle grinding of the other woman's pelvis against hers, the soft, sliding massage of Katrina's pussy mound against her own. The sensation was like nothing she had ever experienced. She groaned weakly, humping her own pussy back as Katrina gripped her hips and drew her in hard, scissoring her legs around the redhead as she rubbed their pussies together.
Their pussy mounds, glistening with oil, furry pussy hair plastered against the skin, narrow slits showing pink flesh, buffed and bounced against each other as the two of them locked hands and drew their bodies in tightly together, splatting their pussies in hard little humps that sent the quivering flesh grinding together.
They both began to grunt and sigh in pleasure as their pussies ground and jammed and slid back and forth, their buttocks slapped, and their thighs stroked each other.
Katrina took firm hold of Amy's wrists and used them like handles, jerking hard to pull the pliant girl's body against hers again and again, the girl's weight as nothing to the muscular woman. Amy put up no resistance, her head falling back on the table, rolling slowly as she moaned in pleasure.
Her chest heaved as her body was jarred and bounced and jerked again and again. Her pussy was sizzling with sexual energy that gushed up into her belly and burned along her spine up to her numbed brain. The hard jarring and thumping made her pussy, already hurting form Habib's brutal attack, ache and sting, yet that was nothing compared to the delightful sensations of pleasure flowing into her body.
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh!" she groaned, her legs twitching and jerking as her pussy was bashed and mashed by the other woman's soft sex.
Then Katrina stopped, letting go of her wrists and pulling her legs out from around hers. Weakly, the blonde woman drew herself back and slipped off the table. She staggered to a nearby counter and lifted a vibrator, then clicked it on and jammed it down against her pussy.
She began to hump out against it as she grunted and sighed in pleasure, then she jammed the thing against her pussy with both hands as her back arched and her head fell back. She held her breath and her body gave a long shudder. She held that position for long seconds, then slowly took the vibrator off her pussy and shook her head.
Amy blinked at her from across the room, her hands rubbing at her pussy. Katrina put down the vibrator and came over to the table, slapping Amy's hands away.
"Get off zhe table," she ordered, pulling on Amy's arm.
She drew the redhead off the table and dragged her over to the counter. She lifted a bundle of thick, coarse rope off the counter and let it dangle from her hands. As it fell down, Amy could see that it had been tied into an odd shape.
"Leeft jhour leg," Katrina ordered, bending slightly as she held the rope.
Amy obediently raised her leg and Katrina slid a loop of rope under it, then drew it up between her legs to her pussy. She pulled it up against her soft, oily, glistening pussy mound, and then pulled other sections of the thing up around her waist.
Amy winced as the rope pushed against her pussy lips. Even the rope around her hips was scratchy and coarse. It was like she was wearing a kind of G-string, only made of coarse rope. One loop wound around her hips, the other went from the front, down between her legs, and up between her buttocks to tie in back of her.
Even the rope between her buttocks was making her itch and long to scratch at it. Katrina pulled it right up into her crack, then gave the belt part of the rope a tight tug that brought the other part right up between her pussy lips.
"Ohhhh!" she yelped.
Katrina ignored her. There were other parts of rope tied to the G-string part. And as Katrina drew them upwards Amy began to understand why Habib would have called it a bathing suit. It was shaped like a bathing suit, though an awfully skimpy one.
There were two ropes attached at either hip to her "bottoms", they went straight up her sides. At about chest level, each rope had a kind of little sling made of several smaller strands of rope. Katrina drew these two separate slings together across Amy's chest, under and over her breasts.
They formed a kind of bra for her, though one too tight, one which squashed her breasts, and one that was coarse, itchy, and pinching. A rope ran across her back to hold the bra thing in place. When fastened, the bra thing was so tight she could hardly breathe, and her breasts were oozing out between and around the small, fibrous ropes of the bra "cups".
To complete the feeling of the rope being tied in the shape of a bathing suit, two final strands went over her shoulders, though why she couldn't imagine since the rope behind her back bound the bra thing tight against her. Amy's pussy meat ached from the tightness of the rough rope pulled up between them, but the bra thing hurt even more since it was tighter.
Katrina took her by the hand and led her out of the room. Amy winced and gasped with each step she took. The coarse rope between her legs cut into her pussy and scratched at her thighs and buttocks every time she moved.
Katrina would not be denied however, and she pulled her across the hall to another room. This one was empty, or seemed to be. Katrina brought her into the centre of the room underneath a pair of chains. She took Amy's arms and raised them above her head, spreading them apart.
Amy thought she would be hung by her wrists, but that was apparently not what Katrina intended. Instead the woman took the two slim clips on the end of each chain and slipped them onto the rough rope that went over her shoulders. Only then were her arms loosely bound to the two chains directly above her.
She went to a wall and pressed a button, producing a whirring sound. Amy gasped as the two chains above her pulled upward, jerking her off her feet. The rope under her, the one between her pussy lips, took most of the weight, digging up hard into her wet pink pussy slit.
Amy moaned as the rope dug in hard, jerking on her arms to ease the strain. She was able to lift most of her weight off the rope between her pussy lips, but only by keeping it on her arms and she didn't know how long she would be able to do that.
She winced and panted for breath, her teeth grinding together as she tried to keep her weight on her arms. But after no more than a minute or so, her weight began to slide back down onto the rope digging into her pussy meat.
A couple of minutes later, most of her weight was back on the single rope between her legs. The weight that wasn't on that strand was on the sling beneath her breasts. So not only were her breasts being squished against her chest by the rough, coarse rope, they were now also being twisted upwards by her own weight.
The pain was not intense - at first. But the pressure was, and with every passing minute the pain and discomfort grew worse. Katrina laughed, then waved goodbye to her, going out and closing the door behind, leaving her bound in her "bathing suit", like a baby in a jumper.




Six

Amy hung there for what seemed like hours, the coarse rope digging deep into her pussy, jammed painfully between her sex lips. At first it hurt, then it grew numb, then it began to ache with a terrible, ferocious heat that brought tears to her eyes. She swayed weakly, tears filling her eyes as she began to sob. Yet the pain continued, relentless, as she hung alone in the dark room.
Most of her misery was concentrated between her legs, where the coarse rope not only scratched at the most sensitive flesh her body held, but also dug right up hard into her crotch, supporting almost all her weight on that one inch wide line.
Her pussy was filled with a deep, burning pain that never eased. The only thing that could take any of her concentration off it was the tightness of the smaller rope slings against her breasts, and her struggle to breath with her chest so tightly constricted.
Every now and then she sobbed or cried out in her misery, but the rest of the time she was silent save only for the low moaning keen that came with her breath. "Feeling nice?"
She raised her head wearily, looking at Habib.
"Pleeeeeeeaaase," she gasped.
"Don't you like my little device? I put a lot of thought into it."
"P... p... pleeeeaaase."
"Well, we'll see if we can make a few adjustments, hmmm."
He reached up to where her wrists were bound and raised each wrist high on the ropes. Now most of her weight was on her arms rather than her pussy or breasts. She groaned in relief as the weight came off her crack and boobs.
"Is that better, hmm?"
He untied the rope that went around her waist, then slid it off her. That still left the rope between her legs. That rope was no longer tied to anything and the two ends dropped downward, yet the part up between her buttocks, and in between her pussy lips, was too tightly melded against her flesh to move. It would have to be peeled out.
He took one end, the one behind her, and slowly pulled it out from between her buttocks, leaving an angry red line behind. He pulled it down until it reached her sex lips, then slowly pulled it out of her pussy as she winced and gasped and whimpered in pain.
She sagged weakly as her pussy was finally freed from the terrible bite of the rough rope. She looked down her belly, noting the thick red line around her hips and going down to her pussy. It ended in her pussy hair since the rest of the rope had been between her pussy lips and they were now closed.
Habib whistled carelessly as he moved over to a table and lifted something. It was a plastic tube. He brought it over to her and then clicked it on, pushing it into her slit high up under her clitty. At first she moaned for her pink pussy meat was incredibly sensitive now, worn raw by the terrible digging of the rope.
Yet as he held it in place against her clitty a hot flush spread its way up her belly. He pried her pussy lips back a little, then slid the snub nosed vibrator up into her belly, sliding it higher, pushing hard against the resistance of her tight pussy tunnel.
The tube was a good eight or nine inches long, but Habib pushed every last inch up inside her belly, not stopping his heavy pressure until the thing disappeared inside her pussy and her pussy lips closed tight again.
He cupped her pussy then and moved around behind her. She heard his zipper, but was too weakened and numbed to consider what that meant. Her body was still oiled up and greasy but when she felt his cock rubbing between her thighs, sliding back and forth over her pussy lips; she didn't stop to consider that her pussy was already full.
Up until now her anus had been left alone, but now Habib had decided to take her rectal cherry. He pushed the oiled cockhead against her little crinkled opening and twisted a little, working it from side to side as he increased the pressure.
"Who... what? What are you... doooooooinnnngggg!" Amy moaned.
He didn't answer. His cockhead broke through her entry and lodged inside her anus. Her rectum sucked hard on his cockhead as it squeezed down around it. Habib pushed forward, thrusting several more inches into her quivering anal tunnel.
"Noooooooooooo!" she groaned, her body shaking.
The weight on her arms was now forgotten as her anus was pierced and his cock stabbed upward into her gut. Habib grunted as he pulled out, then thrust hard, slamming half a foot of cock up into her tight hole.
Amy gasped, then groaned in dismay as she felt his bloated prick drive higher into her belly. He drew back again and then thrust hard, burying his long, throbbing cock up inside her rectum. He let out a sigh of happiness as he felt her muscles squeezing and sucking at his pole, and revelled in the softness of her buttocks as his balls pressed up between them.
He lodged his cock up her rear hole and held still for long moments, then slowly drew out inch after inch of its gleaming length, looking down in fascination as it emerged from her taut round hole. With all but his cockhead out, he lunged forward, thrusting up high inside her again.
His hands gripped her thighs and he began to pump into her. At first his strokes were uneven because of the tightness of her anal tube. He had to lunge and jerk and twist his cock around inside her until he had beaten down her anal muscles and his prick could move more or less easily inside her.
As the resistance of her anus eased, so too did the pain for Amy. Now all she felt was a kind of bloated feeling when his cock was fully embedded inside her rectum. She could feel the cock sliding back and forth within her belly but since it brought no pain her attention shifted to the constant buzzing purr from the plastic vibrator inside her pussy.
She moaned low in her throat as her clitty began to resonate, echoing the vibrator's purr. Her body began to humm to the tune as well, the powerful vibrator sending its thrumming thunder up her spine.
In addition, Habib's hips kept slapping into her buttock as his cock rode back and forth in her rectum. Her body was jarred again and again by the impact of his hips and loins against her buttocks. His right hand slid around her belly, then down against her pussy slit. He pressed against her clitty from above, mashing it down against the end of the vibrator which was now sticking out between her pussy lips.
She grunted and gagged, panting for breath as her system was swamped by the building energy of a sexual firestorm. Habib shot his hot load of semen up into the pit of her belly, his cock pumping wad after wad of salty cum into her bowels.
He sighed in relief and pulled his cock free. He grabbed the end of the vibrator and jerked it out of her pussy, then pushed it straight up her anus.
Amy gasped and whined as the tool was ripped free of her pussy. On the verge of an orgasmic release, her pussy and clit were suddenly deprived off the sensations driving them. Her pussy felt vacant, like a hollow tube inside her. Her clitty sparkled and snapped as though trying to find the pressure and vibrations that had been caressing it.
He pressed a button on the wall and a chain lowered until it hung right above her head. Since both her arms were still bound above her head she couldn't touch it, but she did see it there when she pulled her head back.
Habib lifted a long thick rope from the floor. There was a round knot at one end and he slid the hook on the end of the chain through it. The rope hung straight down her front. Habib pulled it through her legs and then lifted it up behind her.
"Noooo... please nooooo.. please... please!"
He grinned, raising the rope until it was firmly against her pussy lips and anal opening, then he lifted hard, jerking the rough, fibrous strand up into her pussy, jamming her pussy lips apart again as Amy sobbed piteously. Habib fastened the end of the rope to the chain above her head.
Although the thing was pulled up hard between her legs, her weight still rested on her arms. Habib took care of that, untying them so her full weight dropped onto the rope. It clamped tightly against her front and back, and Habib quickly took her wrists and bound them together in front of her chest, then tied them to the long rope running down between her legs.
If he thought she would try to raise her weight by using her arms he was wrong. She didn't even try, knowing it was hopeless. Habib laughed and walked to the door, then left, closing it behind. Amy was in little better position than Katrina had left her, except only that the rope wasn't pulling up on the harsh, sandpapery slings squeezing her breasts.
As time passed though, she realized there was a difference, the vibrator purring away in her anus. Her body had twice been brought to the brink of sexual gratification, once by Katrina, then by Habib, and even though the vibrator was in her rectum instead of her pussy, it was reigniting the hot fires that had lain like burning embers in her belly.
She quivered, her hanging head twitching, her chin knocking against her chest. She raised her weary head and opened her eyes, looking at the rope in front of her. She could feel the purring deep in her belly, the thrumming caused by the little vibrator and her pent up sex heat.
It rose higher and higher until her body ached with a desperate need, a yearning for release, for satisfaction. Yet with nothing to stimulate her pussy she hovered agonizingly close to the edge without falling over. Her body shook and she ground her thighs together around the rope.
It was that movement that alerted her crazed, desperate mind to the harsh pressure against her pussy, against her clitty... the rope. Her small fingers closed around the rope they were bound to, closed into tight fists. She pulled... hard.
The way the rope was pressed against her, and her own weakness, meant she couldn't really take much pressure off of her pussy. What she could do was jerk her pussy lips upwards along the rope, just a little, grinding it against her. She cried out in agony as her tender pussy meat slid along the coarse stuff, grinding with excruciating pain over the rope.
She relaxed her muscles and her pussy slid down the rope again with equal pain. She hung there sobbing, her body assaulted by powerful contradictory sensations, of pain and pleasure. The grinding was painful as her pussy slid along the rope, but it was a powerful sensation, a powerful pressure against her slit and clit, and that was exactly what the blistering heat inside her desired most.
Without even willing it, her hands pulled down on the rope in front of her, forcing her pussy up along its length briefly before sliding back. She could not hold her arms up for more than a second, and instead had to keep jerking her wrists up, then letting them be jerked back, then jerking them up again.
The effect, of course, was that the rough, thick rope, cutting between her pussy lips, sawed back and forth against her pink pussy flesh, and, not incidentally, over her clitty.
It was a race to see whether the pain or pleasure got to her first. Her passion leant her strength as she repeatedly tugged on the front rope and danced on the long length of rope that circled her body. She sawed the thing faster and faster, using her hips now to hump back and forth, grinding her pussy down harder on the rope.
Faster and faster she humped and jerked and pulled, faster and faster the rope sawed between her pussy lips, faster and faster she approached the edge of a cataclysmic orgasmic nova, faster and faster the flesh of her wet, pink pussy flesh was rubbed raw.
Then, her eyes wide and bulging, she came.
"AHHh! Ahhh! Ahhhh! AHHH! AHHH! AGGGGGGGGGG! AAAAAAAHHHGGGHGHHGG!" she screamed, jerking and twitching furiously.
She sawed the rope against her pussy, ignoring the pain, ignoring the damage she was doing to her pussy meat, intent only on the massive and growing power of her orgasmic release.
"Guh! Guh! Guh! Guh! Nguh! NGhug! NGAAAUUuuu...!"
She thrashed and jerked and quivered and danced, her head whipping back and forth, her shining, oil coated body shuddering with violent undulations, her legs kicking forward and back as though she rode a swing, which, in a way, she did. Her legs, almost tight together, swung back and forth with increasingly powerful swings, grinding her pussy against the rope as she blasted through her climax.
Her body was slashed and hammered by blast after blast of ecstatic joy as her pussy burned and spasmed in a seemingly endless orgasmic flood of pleasure.
In the midst of her prolonged orgasmic tornado she felt a new lash of pain, or was it pleasure against her back. Her eyes snapped open and she became distantly aware of another presence in the room. Then another blast of pain hit her back, then another. She was being whipped, she realized.
She couldn't care. No. That was wrong. For every blow sent a wave of heat into her body, stoking the already raging fires of her climax higher still. She screamed again, then again, as her body was ripped apart by a raging maelstrom of surging sexual electricity.
She felt each blow against her back, and began to anticipate them, knowing each hot burst of pain would send her higher into ecstasy. She screamed in joy as she was flung through a barrier that few living humans ever achieved, her vision filling with bright lights and mist as her body trembled violently from head to toe.
Behind her, Habib lashed her back with the long whip, bringing dark angry welts up across her tender back. He watched her shake and shudder, heard her screams of pleasure, and knew that he was well on his way. Again he raised the whip and brought it down across her back with tremendous force, hearing another howl of joy in response.
He smiled in satisfaction.
Amy woke to pain.
She lay on silk sheets on a soft mattress. As she slowly climbed back to consciousness, she began to reach out through her nervous system, taking stock of her body. The worst ache was in her back. This surprised her as she recalled the vivid events that had preceded her blacking out.
Not that her pussy felt good. It ached. It stung. It... hurt. Her breasts ached and stung too, and as they were the closest to her hands, she brought her quivering fingers up to touch them lightly. She winced at the sudden pain, drawing her hands away.
Her eyes opened.
She was naked on the bed. She looked down. Her breasts were red, crossed by deeper lines of red where the thin ropes of the slings had cut into them. The ached, were sore, yet were uncut, whole, and though somewhat angry looking, were obviously undamaged in any serious way.
She lay on her back. She looked down between her legs, which lay somewhat apart. The same red line she remembered seeing in her delirium led down to her pussy lips and stopped. It was the flesh inside her pussy lips that worried her. She remembered all that had happened now and winced with the stinging down there.
Slowly, weakly, the muscles of her arms aching from overuse, she sat up as much as she could, then reached down to her pussy and gently, gently peeled them open. She had almost expected to see torn and bleeding skin, but no, it looked okay. No blood. The skin looked more pink than usual and the slightest touch of her fingertip made her yelp from the pain.
She sighed in relief. Her pussy was intact. She rubbed her fingers together in confusion. There was some kind of oil or something on her pussy, and now that she realized it, on her breasts as well, not the oil Katrina had used, but something with a mediciny smell to it, some kind of salve.
She could not see her back, but remembered, vaguely, the blasts of heat and pain that had come from there in the midst of her orgasm. God! What an orgasm! An orgasm like that was worth pain. An orgasm like that was worth dying for!

She was surprised she didn't hurt more, and wondered how long she had been out. Her hands cupped her pussy, and she felt an almost irresistible urge to masturbate. Very softly, her fingers reached down to her clitty, wincing, jerking away as pain ripped through her. No. No matter how much she wanted to she could not rub her pussy today.
Then she saw the vibrator on the night table. She eagerly stretched for it, ignoring the pain in her back and limbs. She clicked it on and gently placed the nose down against the top of her slit, right over her clitty.
Her legs spread wide apart and she lay there wide eyed, groaning low in her throat as the vibrator worked its magic. She came, rubbing her bottom from side to side on the bed.
Still she kept the vibrator touching her clit, and again, minutes later, she came, gasping and grunting in delight. Her eyes closed, her head jerking from side to side. Again she came, then again, then again, in a long series of orgasm that came closer and closer together.
They were delightful, yet never came close to the intensity of the nuclear meltdown that had flashed through her before she had lost consciousness. Still, each orgasm, though setting her body humming and throbbing and bouncing, only made her want more. Her body yearned for the intensity she'd felt before, and the vibrator simply could not reach it.
"Pain. Embrace pain. Draw it into your body and make it yours."
Who had said that? What did it mean? Pain. She remembered the pain that had dug at her pussy, the pain that had torn at her back, at her breasts.
Her breasts?
Her eyes peeked out beneath her eyelids, seeing the high rounded hillocks of her twin mammaries thrusting upwards. Holding the vibrator in one hand, she reached the other towards them. She touched one breast and winced at the pain. It was raw, sore, aching.
Gritting her teeth, her hand clamped down hard on the wounded orb and squeezed with tremendous pressure. She screamed in agony, but jammed the vibrator down harder against her clit. Her hand opened, then closed again, squashing her breast meat.
She squeezed viciously, again and again, then drew her hand back and slapped her breast hard, making the gelatinous meat wobble and bounce. She howled in pain but felt a tremendous upsurge of sexual delight. Her hand clamped down with deadly force on her other breast, mashing the super-sensitive flesh until it oozed out between her fingers.
The pain was awful, but the pleasure awesome. She came, came with a gut wrenching, heart stopping fury that blasted her to the verge of unconsciousness and set her bouncing and shaking and writhing on the bed.
She jammed the vibrator into her sucking hot sex hole, then clamped her thighs together and brought both hands up to her aching breasts.
Her fingers, like claws, crushed her tender breasts in an iron grip, twisting and mashing the soft meat as she sobbed in agony and came with an excruciating pleasure.
She almost blacked out but after her body's shivering and shaking had finally eased she lay there in a semi-conscious state, twitching now and then, grunting in remembrance of the ecstasy that had speared through her system.
Unfortunately for her, she was too weak and insensible to remove the vibrator, still buzzing fitfully inside her sopping, bubbling, overheated sex. As she lay there, it worked its compelling influence, burning away at the core of her being.
Amy moaned weakly, her legs twitching harder as her buttocks ground against the mattress. Her hands went behind her head and she stretched mightily, arching her back as she spread her legs wide. Then her arms slid downward, pressing against her breasts, crushing them together as her hands worked at her pussy, pumping the vibrator and pinching her clitty.
She whined like a desperate, maddened thing, then slowly rolled over onto her belly, crushing her breasts beneath her as she rolled her clit between her thumb and forefinger and fucked the vibrator into her tight slot.
"So nice to see jhou are back weeth us my dear," Katrina's voice purred.
Amy grunted in surprise, yet hesitated only an instant, too caught up in the sexual tides sweeping her system to care any more who was watching. She continued pumping the buzzing dildo into her sex-tube as she ground her breasts against the bed, her head rolling on the pillow as she panted for breath.
"Such a bad gheerl," Katrina sighed.
She went to a nearby closet. Amy ignored her, intent only on her pumping. She noted the blonde's return, vaguely, but not the riding crop she was carrying, not until it flashed out and landed with a dull thwack against her upturned buttocks.
Amy screamed weakly as the pain ripped through her. Her entire body shuddered as the violence spent its energy within her. Yet she continued to pump the vibrator in her pussy-box, whimpering and gasping as her vision flared into redness and she saw and felt the approaching cum.
Again Katrina lashed her buttocks, again causing her to scream at the pain and tremble at its impact. There was no regret in her for the pain, no care, no anxiety. She rode its surging presence upwards towards the almost within reach orgasmic plateau.
She waited for another blow, one that would throw her into the arms of the looming orgasmic wave, yet it did not come. She continued to hump her loins downwards as her hands stuffed the vibrator into her hole. Her orgasm continued to elude her and she sobbed in yearning misery.
"Hit me," she gasped.
"Vhat vas zat, darlink?"
"Hit me!" she begged.
"Weeth zis? Jhou vish me to hit zees lovely buttocks, hmmm?"
"Hit me! Hit me! Oh God hit me!" she screamed.
Katrina only laughed. She reached down and grabbed Amy by her thick red hair and jerked her up off her belly. The girl screamed, losing control of the vibrator briefly, as her hands automatically snapped up to grasp the woman's wrist.
Katrina pulled her to her knees on the bed, smiling evilly as Amy whimpered and mewled and moaned. The purring vibrator started to slide out of her drooling wet pussy opening and Katrina grabbed it and pumped it slowly in and out.
"Arch jhour back," she ordered. Bend back. Bend far back."
"I... I... I... "
"Bend back!" Katrina snapped, thrusting the vibrator deep into the red furred sex slit. Amy sobbed and bent, her hands going behind her head almost in anticipation as she arched her back and thrust her full round young breasts outward. She couldn't see Katrina now, with her head way back, but she quivered in anxious expectation.
Then the riding crop slashed through the air and cracked down into the centre of her right breast. She howled in agony, her breast aflame with pain as it turned red, then white. An angry red welt slowly appeared where the crop had struck.
The crop slashed down again, cutting a similar line across her left breast, right across the pebbly hard little nipple. Amy's shriek was one of purest animal pain. Her entire body was blasted by a white hot agony as the crop cut deep into her breast meat, cleaving the soft flesh in half as it impacted against her ribs beneath.
Again the crop whipped down, and again left a horrible red welt across her left breast. Amy cried out again, yet did nothing to defend her wounded, tormented orbs, holding her position with her hands behind her head, and her body bowed.
Inside her quivering sex the energy sparked and spat, and her juices boiled and bubbled in unholy glee. Her entire being was thrown closer and closer to the cosmic, orgasmic vortex that would consume her. Each blast of pain sent it spinning that much closer.
Katrina stood by the bed, bringing the riding crop down again and again onto the soft, sensitive breasts of the sobbing, screaming, trembling redhead. She enthusiastically painted a criss crossing pattern of red welts across the girl's big breasts, her own breathing coming in harsh gasps as her inner excitement mounted at the cruel whipping.
Then the girl came, the sound of her scream enough to wake the dead, breaking Katrina's concentration, throwing off her timing. She glared, whipping a series of hard, fast blows onto the breasts as the redhead bent further and further back in the throes of her orgiastic convulsions.
Then she fell back on her back, shaking and convulsing as though in the midst of a psychotic fit. Her legs twisted and jerked and flopped below her as Katrina rained blows on her belly and thighs. Then, as her legs flopped open temporarily, the blonde slashed the riding crop directly onto her pussy, by luck hitting directly between the swollen lips of her sex and crushing the spasming little clitty.
Amy screamed anew, her legs shooting upwards, then falling back as she jerked and bounced, twisting from side to side as she gagged and howled and moaned.




Seven

Amy was fitted with a set of chains to help her adjust to her new status. Thick, golden bracelets and anklets were placed and locked around her limbs. A gold belt fitted snug around her hips and a gold collar went around her throat, so wide it kept her head from lowering.
All had small rings so chains could be attached with ease. Her wrists were chained closely together in front of her, the chain running through the ring at the front of her belt, keeping her hands close against her and preventing her from touching her pussy.
Katrina carefully shaved off every trace of her pubic hair, leaving her pussy mound as puffy, bald, and vulnerable as that of a child. With her slit so visible and vulnerable, she was proclaimed to any who might see her, to be walking piece of fuck meat, ready for any man's cock.
Still, though attuned now to pain and sex, she must yet be completely broken in spirit, totally demeaned so that no trace of pride or dignity remained, and her only wish was for the feel of the whip on her back or breasts, and a hard cock between her legs.
She was not allowed to sleep at all. When Katrina or Habib were not present to keep her awake, she was placed in such awkward, or painful positions that sleep was impossible.
To shave her pussy, for example, Katrina had hung her upside down, her ankles bound tightly and pulled not up straight, but wide apart so each leg was straight out from her crotch at a ninety degree angle, threatening to tear free from her torso.
As she hung there upside down, moaning in pain, Katrina had shaved her muff off completely, then had stripped and straddled her upside down body, throwing a leg across her and sitting her crotch like it was a saddle.
Though the feel of the blonde's pussy against her own was delightful, the added pain on her thighs, tendons, and muscles, to say nothing of her ankles, was so excruciating that Amy almost forgot about sex or pleasure as she waited for one of her legs to rip free like a wishbone.
Gripping one of the redhead's legs, Katrina had rubbed herself back and forth on Amy's crotch, sighing in pleasure at the feel of the puffy bald mound against her own hairless cleft. She ground herself to a delightful orgasm, at one point bouncing up and down like she was riding a horse, slapping her pussy against Amy's as the redhead cried out in pain and fear.
After she had cum, she slid off the girl's crotch with a grunt of satisfaction, then proceeded to pull and wind Amy's long red hair into a single, thick tail at the very top of her head. That done, she snapped the girl's wristbands together behind her back, then lifted her backwards by the hair.
She pulled the shrieking redhead back up into a horizontal position, her breasts drooping down towards the floor as Katrina tied her hair to a hook hanging from a chain above her. Because the blonde had made the pony tail at the top of her head instead of the back, Amy's head was pulled straight back upright, so she was now facing the far wall.
Her thighs and legs still ached horribly, in no way eased by her torso being horizontal rather than vertical. However, her hair took a good chunk of her weight off them, shifting some of the pain to her head. She felt like a thousand little needles were sticking into her scalp as she hung there in misery.
With a snicker of amusement, Katrina crawled below her, then wrapped tight little wires around her nipples, hanging half pound weights from each. The added weight on her hair and ankles and thighs was as nothing to the clawing, burning pain in her nipples. Her nipples were stretched down hard, the wire threatening to cut them off; her breasts were jerked downwards into pointed cones.
Katrina left her there to get used to her plight, but came back when she thought the redhead might have started to become numbed to the pain. She stood naked in front of Amy's grimacing face, which was at crotch level, and slapped her on the cheek.
"Pleasure me," she ordered. "Lick my pooseee."
"Aarrhhhhhhhh," Amy moaned.
Katrina slapped her again, then moved to one of the walls and pulled down a cat o' nine tails. She went back and stood in front of the girl again.
"Lick my poosee," she demanded, pushing her slit into Amy's face.
But the redhead was too caught up in her own pain to understand. In a fit of pique, Katrina lashed the cat down onto Amy's back several times, drawing renewed screams from the younger woman.
"Lick my poosy!" She ordered.
With the pussy in front of her face, Amy understood now. She opened her mouth and began to lick at the woman's slit. Katrina purred happily, stroking the back of Amy's head as she rubbed her pussy mound into her mouth.
She frowned, not content with the enthusiasm the girl showed. She raised the handle of the cat, then swung wide, bringing the nine knotted braids slashing down against Amy's puffy bald pussy mound. The redhead howled in agony, redoubling her efforts, jamming her tongue deep into the blonde woman's sex opening.
Katrina sighed contentedly, sliding her hands through the girl's hair as she humped into her face, arching her back as s mini cum poured over her. Still she humped, holding Amy's ears, bucking her slit into the young woman's mouth, grunting like a hog as she rammed her pelvis into the softly rounded face.
She raised the cat again and slashed it against Amy's buttocks and pussy mound, pushing her groin forward into the sobbing mouth. She slashed again and again, pumping her pussy forward in delight, the girl's screams music to her ears as the long, thin leather swung forward and down to snap at the girl's vulnerable, gaping sex.
She came again, sighing happily as Amy's tongue delved deeply into her furless sex opening and slurped out her hot juices. She pulled away, then strapped on a dildo. It was long and immensely thick and hard, covered in little rubber spikes.
She stepped around behind the hanging redhead, then slid her hands along the tight, wide spread buttocks, kneading the hot flesh. She slid a finger into Amy's swollen sex opening, then wiggled it around, pumping it in and out. She took the long length of her dildo in her hand and pressed the rounded nose against Amy's anal opening, then.
Amy groaned and then burst into tears as she felt her anal opening forcefully pried open by the thick dildo. Katrina laughed, shoving hard, forcing the dildo deeper and deeper into the tight little anal tube, hanging onto Amy's tightly locked thighs as she forced it in and out.
"I see things are well in hand here," Habib smiled, as he came in the door.
"She ees vehry noisy," Katrina frowned.
"Well, that's not such a bad thing. But I can take care of it here."
He stepped in front of her and stuffed his erect cock between her wide lips, instantly muffling her wails of pain. They both laughed, each of them pushing their prongs deeper inside the shuddering young girl's body.
Katrina grunted, pulled back slightly, then humped violently forward, buying all ten inches of thick rubber cock in the tight warm depths of Amy's rectum. The blow rocked the girl forward just as Habib was pushing his cock forward. Suddenly, his prong rammed against the back wall of her mouth and shot straight down her throat.
The force of his belly smacking against her nose brought fresh tears to Amy's eyes. Amy gurgled weakly around the thick hot cock. It totally packed every inch of her throat tube. Amy's lips were pulled wide and tight around the bulging width of his fuck-pole as he slid it back and forth between them.
All her noise was cut off now as Habib pumped steadily at her face. Katrina was still fucking away at her anus, rutting the big fat dildo up and down her aching rectum. She could feel every little bump and spike on the dildo as it sawed in and out of her.
Her body swung back and forth as the two fucked into her. First Katrina thrust forward, jamming the dildo up her ass and swinging her body forward, then Habib thrust forward, swinging her back to meet Katrina's next thrust.
Habib gripped her ears, using them to pull her towards each of his thrust. He twisted her ears painfully around as he let his head roll and fucked his purple veined cock deep into her throat. Katrina's hands slid along Amy's flanks, pinching and clawing at the soft flesh.
Amy's back opening was reamed by the big pumping dildo, and she could hardly breathe with Habib's giant cock down her throat. Yet most of her attention was on neither. For as her body swung back and forth, the weights dangling from her nipples began to swing with growing speed, tearing away at her aching pink buttons.
The tearing of the weights became a blinding, burning ache. But then, as Habib pulled his spit-soaked cock out of her mouth and rubbed its glistening length across her cheeks and nose and forehead, her body began to ignite. A sizzling trail of sexual electricity ran up and down her spine, digging sharp claws into her brain and flaring out in her chest and belly.
Then, as Habib's fat prong pushed back into her mouth and jammed down her throat, she came with an explosive, shattering orgasmic blast that nearly took the top of her head off.
She bounced and jerked furiously, despite the tightness of the bonds holding her. No real sounds escaped her mouth except for the wet slurping as Habib's prick slid in and out. Then Habib came, gushing his juice down her throat, sending a frothing mass of sperm down into her belly.
He grunted and pulled his cock free, then backed away. Katrina too, pulled back, ripping the big dildo out of her anus with brutal speed, leaving her anus gaping wide. Before she left, Katrina shoved a quivering vibrator up her pussy, and another up her anus. Then she fastened an alligator clip to the girl's clitty and hung another weight on it.
Time passed, though Amy had no idea how much, it seemed like days. At last though, Habib came and cut her down. She lay moaning on the floor, unable to close her legs as she panted and wept and ran shaking hands along her inner thighs and over her aching clitty.
Her throat was hoarse and dry from screaming and she could barely talk.
Habib lifted and carried her out of the room, down the hall, and into a big bathroom. It was luxuriously appointed, with a giant sunken tub filled with hot water and bubbles. Naked himself, he climbed into the tub and slowly lowered her in with him. She groaned as the water closed over her stinging pussy and breasts.
He lay her back against the side of the tub, the water up to her breasts as he slowly massaged her body under the hot water. He kissed her lightly on the cheeks and throat as he hugged her against him.
Her arm slid around him and she hugged him tightly as she sighed with pleasure, enjoying both the hot water and his gentle presence. They sat there for a long while, Amy relaxing more and more, blissful and happy as Habib stroked her hair and skin.
They got out of the tub at last. Habib tucked a big fluffy towel around her and gently dried her, then handed her over to Katrina, who brushed and dried her hair as he dried himself.
Then he led her out into the living room.
"How are you feeling, Amy?" he asked.
"Wonderful, Ha... Master," she groaned, her tired eyes glowing with happiness.
"Good, good. Do you think we can work on your discipline problem now?"
"Sure. I mean, yes, Master."
"Good girl!" he ran a hand through her silky hair and she all but purred in response.
"All right then, first I want to see you on your knees."
She dropped at once to her knees, keeping her back straight as she looked up at him.
"Now sit back on your heels and spread your legs. Keep your back straight and put your hands on your thighs... no, on the outside. Good girl. That's exactly right. When I say sit, that's the position you assume unless I point to a chair. Understand?"
"Yes, Master."
"Good, girl."
"Now I want you on all fours."
She dropped forward onto her hands and knees.
"Be sure to keep your ass pushed up and out and your legs parted. Good girl!" Again he patted her head as though she was a dog. Amy failed to make the connection though.
"Let's see you walk. Wait!" He attached a leash to her collar, then started walking. She obediently trotted alongside him.
"I know what would look good on her," Katrina said.
"Yes?"
Katrina held up what looked like a pony tail attached to an oddly shaped round ball.
"Ah yes, a tail. Of course. The perfect accompaniment to our little bitch in heat. Insert it."
Katrina knelt behind Amy and slowly pushed the fat round ball into her anus. She winced a little and spread her legs wide. The plug was rounded at the front, but flat at the back to keep it in. Katrina jammed it into her anus and her sphincter closed around the small wire that stuck through.
Amy looked back and wagged her behind experimentally. She giggled as the tail waved behind her.
"Doesn't that look nice?" Habib smiled, patting her head again. "All right, let's go walkies."
He led her around the apartment, every now and then stopping so she could sit or kneel.
"Very good," Katrina said, smiling.
"Now let's try some more," Habib said. "Face on the floor, Amy, and keep your ass in the air and pushed out. That's it. That looks very sexy."
"Yes, it does," Katrina sighed.
"Uh, oh. Katrina's getting all hot and bothered. You should take care of her, Amy," Habib grinned.
Katrina was sitting on a chair, her legs spread and her skirt pulled up to bare her pussy. She looked at Amy and Amy crawled over and pushed her face into the woman's crotch, licking and lapping at her pussy. Habib dropped to his knees behind her, lifted her tail and stuffed his own erection into her tight pussy.
He rode her quickly, very quickly, dropping his load in her belly within minutes, long before she herself could get off. As he rose, she sighed, the sound barely audible. Her belly was quivering with the beginning of a hot, creeping lust and she knew that with both of them satisfied, neither would want to fuck her soon.
She continued to lick at Katrina's pussy until the woman gasped and moaned and clutched her hair, pushing her pussy up into the redhead's face as she came.
They sent her to her room. There was nothing much for her to do there. There was no phone to talk to her friends and no TV or radio. All there was, was a big brass bed, and of course, the vibrator.
She had had little, if any sleep in several days. On the other hand, she'd had little real food either, though plenty of caffeine and sugar. Still, she was very tired. She had a choice to make.
Within seconds, she had the vibrator in her hand, pressed against her slit as she sat back on the bed. She began wiggling her hips from side to side, humping against the vibrator. Something was missing though. She was aroused, hot, but the vibrator wasn't really doing much for her other than making her more aroused. It wasn't giving her the pleasure she wanted, needed, yearned for.
She wanted to go to sleep, and would, just as soon as she had a nice cum. She closed her eyes and pictured the colossal cums she'd had, her mind flashing through the erotic bondage she had been clad in. There was nothing here to tie her up with though, and she couldn't work the vibrator if there was.
Then she remembered the great orgasm she'd had right in this very bed, just by squeezing and slapping her breasts.
She got inspired then as she looked around the room. She jumped up and moved to the foot of the bed. There was a thin brass pole linking the two corner posts. She threw a leg over it and let her weight come down. She hissed as the coldness of the metal touched her bald pussy.
Then she let more weight down. The thing pushed hard against her pussy, forcing her pussy lips apart as it sank up into her groin, crushing her pink meat. She gasped with pain now as more of her weight came on the thing.
She held the pole in front of her, her arms straight as she kept some of her weight on them. Gradually, she eased up, straightening, letting more and more weight come down on her pussy until she was balanced on the rod, her arms out at her sides, her whole weight on her pussy.
The pain was awful. She could hardly breathe. Her eyes were open and her face twisted in a grimace of pain. It was all she could do to keep from sliding off. Still, the hard pressure against her pussy was reminiscent of the biting rope that hat dug into her the other day when she'd had that wondrous cum. She kept her place.
She leaned back somewhat, and found that some of her weight came off her pussy and came down instead on her tail bone. That produced its own peculiar aching sting. For long minutes she simply straddled the thin bar, changing her weight every so often to shift the pain either onto her pussy or onto her tail bone.
She discovered if she spread her legs more that the steel sank higher into her bottom, grinding hard against her tail bone, but also pushing painfully hard into her pussy meat. She sighed in pleasure as her pussy burned with heat, her arousal growing much higher.
She reached for the vibrator, almost tipping over. She picked it up and clicked it on, then held it down against her clitty. It buzzed furiously and she felt her pussy beginning to steam and bubble.
She slid the buzzing thing against her clit, touching the hollow bar she straddled. She almost screamed at the results. The vibrator set the whole bar buzzing, and since her tail bone was grinding against it, the vibrations set her entire spine tingling.
Her clitty was spurting and flickering as well of course. She began to grind herself on the bar, yelping and wincing, and whining as she clamped her left fist around the bar in front of her and began to slowly pull herself back and forth on the bar.
Her ample pussy juice soon coated the bar and she was able to slide her pink pussy meat back and forth, the pain awesome, startlingly exciting. Her pussy lips were clamped around the brass and were massaged by it as she slid back and forth.
She was quivering with bliss, her entire body shaking to the furious tune of the vibrating fuck toy. Then she leaned far back, her tailbone coming down hard on the bar as she raised her pussy meat. She jammed the vibrator up into her pussy tube, thrusting it high until it almost disappeared.
Now with both hands free she leaned forward once more, grabbing the bar with both fists as she jerked herself back and forth. The bar sawed back and forth against her pussy flesh as she whimpered and moaned and shook, her nervous system flaring and sparkling.
Then she came, her arms working furiously to grind her back and forth on the bar.
"Oh! OH! OH! OH! OH! OH! OOOOH! OOOH! OOOOH!" she gasped.
Her body twisted and trembled violently as she began to bounce up and down on the bar, slapping her wet pussy lips down against the bar again and again. Each time she slammed down a bolt of fiery pain ripped through her skull as her pussy meat was crushed beneath her own weight, but each burst of pain added fuel to her burning, feverish orgasmic storm.
She pulled herself forward on the bar, arm over arm, sliding her pussy flesh forward until she was able to grasp the corner post. She hauled herself against it until the round post was crushed against her belly. She ground her pussy on the horizontal bar and swivelled her hips to mash it against the vertical corner post, whining and sobbing and yelling in passionate arousal.
Her legs wrapped around the post, jerking her crotch even tighter into the unyielding metal as she shook furiously, tremors racking her slender body as the orgasm grew in strength, knocking the breath out of her. She could no longer shout out her bliss, her breath locked inside her as her body stiffened and then collapsed weakly.




Eight

Amy crawled forward on her knees as Habib stood at the far end of the room. Beside him were two other men she didn't know. Her face reddened in embarrassment, her pulse beginning to sputter and race. Yet she felt a strange, dark hunger spread through her body at the same time, glowing wickedly in pride at the obvious approval in their faces.
"Sit there," Habib said.
Amy obediently sat on her heels, her legs wide, blushing as the strangers stare down at her naked slit. She felt a smug sense of pride and sexual arrogance as he patted her head, and she realized he was showing her off to his friends.
"These are my friends. Shall we show them what you can do?"
Her heart skipped a beat, but embarrassment was pushed away by hunger and the determined need to obey and please him. "Yes, Master."
"Turn around and show us your pretty asshole."
She reddened, but obeyed. "Yes, Master," she said, turning quickly, getting on all fours and leaning forward.
She spread her legs wide, then propped herself on her shoulder so she could reach back with her hands and pull her buttocks far apart.
"Very nice. Now I want to see you on all fours again."
"Yes, Master." She knelt like she'd been taught, her arms straight beneath her.
"Turn around."
She swivelled around, remaining on her knees.
"Suck this man's cock."
Amy felt relief rather than revulsion, and the heat began to grow within her.
"Yes, Master."
One of the men, a blonde, had pulled his zipper open and held out his erect cock. He knelt in front of her as she crawled forward and slid her lips down along the length of his cock shaft, taking the head deep into her throat in a single gulp.
She ran her lips up and down the length of his bulging cock as he slid his hands through her hair and bucked into her face every few seconds. He grunted in pleasure and sighed, spraying his cum down her throat within a minute.
"She's good," he sighed.
"Taught her myself," Habib proudly stated.
"Amy, you are to make these men happy. Do whatever they say."
"Yes, Master," she blinked, a little confused.
He nodded and left. She looked up at the two men standing there, beginning to feel strangely alone. The second man was muscular, with thick, shaggy brown hair. He looked down at her with a sneer.
"Turn around and show us your asshole again, bitch," he laughed.
"Yes, Master," she said, flinching only a little, turning and pulling her buttocks apart.
"You want me to fuck you in the asshole, you slut?"
"Yes, Master," she gulped.
"You sure are a cheap fuckin' whore, ain't you?"
"Yes, Master," she said, cringing a bit under his crudeness.
"Yes, Master," he laughed. "Where does he get these whores?"
"I dunno," said the other one," but I wish I could find out."
The brown haired man knelt behind her and pulled out his erection, rubbing the cockhead against her pussy before shifting it up against her anal opening. He began to put pressure on the little sphincter, sighing happily as it began to force its way into her anus.
The pain was negligible to Amy, who had endured so much. Besides, even though he hadn't bothered to oil up his cock or anything, she'd learned how to ease her sphincter muscles so it came in fairly easy.
He drove his prick all the way into her back hole, then began to pump into her, his hands on her hips. The other man knelt in front of her and put his flaccid prick into her mouth. She immediately began to suck on it as the man behind her pounded his hips into her buttocks.
He reamed out her ass with swift, savage strokes until his semen jetted up into her bowels. The man in front slapped her face and pulled his cock out of her mouth, then seized her hair, jerking her head back as he rubbed his cock furiously against her face. He came, his jism shooting into her hair, her eyes, up her nose and across her face.
Both men laughed as they got up, did up their pants and walked out, leaving her there to try and get the juice out of her eyes.
Someone tapped her on the shoulder, and she looked up to see Katrina there. The woman pulled her to her feet and then wiped her face clean with a cloth. She led Amy across the room and down a hall, holding her wrist as she tugged her along.
They arrived at a room filled with men. Young men her own age.
"This is the St Mary's Football team, Amy. They've just won a big game. Make them happy."
"Y-Yes, Mistress," she said, looking around with wide eyes, her face beginning to redden.
There were about twenty five or so young men there, all of them staring excitedly at the lusciously naked young woman before them. Katrina withdrew, closing the door behind her. Amy stared at them for long seconds before they started moving forward around her.
They surrounded her and hands began pawing and fondling her body. They began shoving and fumbling for positions then, and Amy was pulled to and fro before finally being dragged across and tossed onto the bed.
Cock after cock came at her, stuffing down her throat, up her ass and into her pussy. At first she was frightened by all the men, and their violent actions, but as she grew used to the constant stream of cocks pushing into her she settled down and began to handle thing with enjoyment.
It never occurred to her to question why she was doing this, nor why Habib or Katrina wanted it done. Nor did she consider refusing. After all, she liked sex, especially violent sex. She was enjoying herself, enjoying the hard fucking her pussy was subjected to, the powerful pounding of many cocks up her ass, the sluicing cum that kept spurting into her mouth and down her throat.
There seemed to be no end to them, for as one finished, another took his place. All of them took her at least twice, and several took her three or more times before Habib called an end to things.
She had had several weak cums, but nothing on the order of the really powerful blasts she'd felt over the past few days.
Habib kept an eye on things as she was gang banged. The intention, of course, was to make sure that there was not even an iota of inhibition or body consciousness left in her, especially about her own nudity, or sex. She was almost ready for sale. After the gang bang was done there were still a couple of more things he wanted done though.
The first took place that evening. He held a small, formal dinner party. There were five men and five women, all dressed expensively. It was one thing for her to be able to lie there and get fucked by a bunch of horny guys, but another for her to get used to being naked in the presence of fully clothed people, especially of the type at the party.
For the first time in days she was given clothing, an expensive, sleek gown. She joined the others in the living room, sipping on a glass of champagne. Then Habib tapped his glass and the others all sat down. Amy looked around uncertainly. There were exactly enough chairs for everyone except her.
Habib motioned her towards where he sat in an overstuffed chair, then held his hand up to signal her to stop. She did, standing in the centre of the room.
"Strip," he said. She blinked at him in surprise. All the other people stared at her expectantly. She slowly pulled the thin straps off her shoulder and shrugged out of the dress.
She felt a little awkward as it slipped down to her ankles and she stood there naked, the centre of attention. All the people were looking at her. She was not embarrassed so much at being naked as at being the centre of attention. Most of the people were sitting on the couches and chairs around Habib.
"Sit," Habib said.
She sank down onto her heels, her legs wide, back straight.
"Is she not lovely?" Habib asked.
"For a two bit whore."
"Cheap slut!"
"Why don't you get lost, bitch?"
"Skinny assed trollop!"
"Go away, you dirty little pussy!"
"Cheap slut!"
A woman threw her drink on her, showering her body with ice cubes and coke. All of them were looking at her angrily, cursing her, calling her names. Another woman threw her drink on her. Amy's lips quivered as she hovered on the verge of tears.
Habib watched calmly, then held up his hand to silence the others.
"Play with yourself, Amy. Show them what a cheap whore you are."
Amy stared at him in surprise, cringing as the insults redoubled from the watching people. She didn't know what to do, never having been confronted with hostility like this before. Habib glared and she jerked her hands down into her crotch, fondling her pussy and digging her fingers into her cleft.
More drinks were flung on her as she arched her back and rubbed her hands over her breasts. She closed her eyes, trying to ignore them, to pretend she was somewhere else. Someone threw an olive that bounced off her face though, and soon they were all tossing olives, pretzels, chips, and unlit cigarette butts at her.
"Stop!"
Habib's voice cut through the babble of insults and curses. Amy halted and opened her teary eyes.
"Go over and suck that man off," he ordered, pointing at a man sitting on the couch.
The man glared angrily at her as she began to crawl towards him.
"You come near me, slut, and I'll kill you," he threatened.
She halted, and turned to look at Habib.
"Go on," he said, frowning.
She swallowed nervously, then continued to crawl towards the man. She crawled in between his legs, her hands tentatively moving to his pants. He glared down at her, hissing obscene insults and threats while she fearfully undid his pants and pulled his cock out.
She slid her lips down over it, sucking it hard as he continued to curse her. He came in her mouth in less than two minutes and she pulled back.
"Go over and suck that woman's pussy," Habib said, pointing at an elegantly dressed woman sitting on the other side of the room.
Again the woman cursed and shouted insults at her as she crawled towards her, but she offered up no resistance as Amy slid her skirt up and moved between her legs, her tongue sliding in against her pussy.
The evening passed like that, with her sucking every person in the room except for Habib and Katrina. Then Habib pulled her across his lap and gave her buttocks a hard spanking as they all looked on and cursed her, laughing each time she cried out in pain.
Habib knew the evening was a confusing and painful one for the girl, and wanted it that way. He wanted to make sure she was without dignity and willing to obey his every word no matter what anyone else thought or said. Her new owner would no doubt take pleasure in humiliating her in front of others, and it would speak poorly for his training if she merely collapsed into tears and wouldn't perform.
Of course, she had to remember that pain was her only real succour, that pain was what she should be striving for.
He and Katrina took her into another room and hung her from her wrists, locking one each to two widely separated chains. This time no vibrators were pushed into her as first Katrina, then Habib used various whips and lashes and belts on her buttocks, back, breasts, and pussy.
She did not need anything but the pain now. She welcomed it and it cupped her and rose her high. She screamed out her agony as the whips lashed and cut into her flesh, but then she howled in delight and bliss, shrieking her joy as she came and came and came.
They let her hang there for some time, then took her down. Her training was completed. All that remained was time for her light cuts and bruises to heal. Of course, she could not be permitted to relapse or forget proper behaviour.
She spent the next days crawling on the floor, doing chores for Katrina. She washed the floors by hand, then used a hand vacuum on the carpets and couches. After that Katrina made her clean the toilet with her tongue. Amy blanched at that, but couldn't disobey.
She cleaned all around the outside first, trying to ignore the horrible taste. Then at last, she ducked her head inside and began lapping all the bowl she could reach that was above the water. That was not good enough for Katrina, who put her foot on Amy's head, shoving her face under the water until she had rasped her tongue all across the bottom and sides.
She was spanked several times, and one time Katrina fist fucked her, which hurt immensely but brought her a wonderful orgasm. Katrina and Habib brought many people to fuck her, and she received their cocks with gleeful abandon, humping her pussy down onto them with an enthusiasm that even Katrina could not fault.
Each of the men fucked her hard, then came inside her just as she was getting excited. Then each of the men would spank her hard until she came too.
Of course, she always came best for Habib. She would scamper over on her hands and knees whenever he called her name, then turn and present her bottom to him. He always took her on her knees, fucking her hard, his hands manipulating her nipples and clitty, squeezing her breasts and buttocks, driving her into a hot, hard ball of tortured muscles.
Then he would stand behind her and use a thick, wide belt on her buttocks, slashing again and again until she was on the verge of cumming. He always seemed to know when that was. And then he would take a long thick rod and jam it deep into her pussy.
Amy had never even heard of a cattle prod before, but when she was whimpering and moaning and grunting in the prelude to orgasmic release, and Habib stuffed the rod inside her, then pushed the trigger...
The explosion inside her nearly blew her body to shreds. It never failed to blast her into a shattering climax, a cum like she had never felt in her life with anything else, a cum that made her shudder so violently she would fall on the floor and rock furiously like an epileptic for long minutes before blanking out.
She got to like the cattle prod so much she began begging for it and Habib and Katrina used it as a reward for particular enthusiasm and obedience.
Katrina came and brought her out into the living room. Habib stood there waiting.
"Hands," he said.
She obediently placed her hands out in front of her. He slid a chain through the two round rings on her bracelets, then attached it to the steel belt around her waist. He attached another chain, this one perhaps a foot long, to her anklets.
"You look lovely."
"Thank you, Master."
"Do you wish to make me happy?"
"Oh yes, Master."
"Good. I have decided to sell you."
"Se... sell me, Master."
"Yes. I will sell you to the highest bidder. You will have a new master."
"But... but... Master... "
"Are you going to argue with me?" He glared down at her.
"No, Master."
"Good. Now go with Katrina."
Amy whimpered as Katrina seized her arm, flung a thick robe around her and then drew her towards the door. She turned to look back at Habib as Katrina led her out of the apartment and towards his private elevator.
"Ha... have I been bad?" she whimpered to Katrina.
"Uf course you had, you steeped pussy."
"Does Habib hate me?"
"No. He likes all zhe money you'll bring heem. You vill fetch a small fortune no doubt."
"Me?"
"Yes, you. Many men vould be willing to pay a lot Uf money for a hot little slut like jhou."
"But Habib... "
"Never mind Habib. Jhou are a slut, are jhou not?"
"Yes, Mistress," she answered automatically.
"Zen you vill enjoy your new master. He vill fuck jhou and beat jhou and tie jhou oop."
She led the way into the elevator, which took them down to the garage. The limo was waiting there and Katrina pushed her into the back, then got in front and drove out onto the street. Twenty minutes later they were in an empty area with big old warehouses.
She pulled into a warehouse and drove through it to a small wooden office shack, then got out and opened the car door, bringing Amy out and leading her into the shack.
There was nothing there but an old wooden desk.
"Since this ees zee last time I vill see you," the blonde grinned, pulling up her short skirt and sitting on the edge of the desk, "You can lick my poosy."
Amy was confused and worried, but obeyed the instructions, going to her knees in front of the blonde and stuffing her tongue into the furry pussy opening. Katrina was not content with a single cum, and kept her licking and licking until her jaw ached. Only with the sound of the big overhead doors closing out front did she push Amy back, pull her skirt down, and then go to the door.
She went out, closing it behind her, leaving Amy alone, sitting at the desk and wondering what was to become of her.
After a few minutes Katrina opened the door and beckoned her forward. She stood up and walked across the room to the door. The blonde took her by the arm and led her out into the warehouse. Amy shuffled along, unable to walk quickly because of the chain on her ankles.
There were half a dozen men sitting down in a semi-circle facing a square block of wood. Habib was standing near the block of wood as Katrina led her to it and placed her on the little pedestal. Then the blonde slipped the robe off her, leaving her naked in front of the watching men.
"Kneel," Habib said. She dropped to her hands and knees before them, her eyes scanning the men, wondering which would buy her and beat her and fuck her like Katrina had said.
"Sit."
She sat back on her heels as Katrina stepped forward and removed the chains linking her hands and feet.
"Show us your pussy."
"Yes, Master," she whispered, turning and bending forward, spreading her legs so they could look at her pussy crack.
"This one is very enthusiastic about pain," Habib said. "She can cum best when she is beaten and tortured."
"Katrina."
Katrina stepped forward, a thin birch rod in her hands.

"Hands behind your head. Arch your back," Habib said.

Her belly in knots, Amy arched back, her hands behind her head, bending way back so she was almost looking at the roof. She heard the hiss as the rod slashed down, then felt it cut into her breast meat. She screamed in agony, her breasts feeling like they'd been cut in half.

She held her position though, as the rod slashed into her breast meat again and again and again.

"Hands and knees." Habib snapped.

She fell forward onto her hands and knees as Katrina put down the rod and took up what looked like a ping pong paddle. She knelt beside Amy, then swung hard, bringing the paddle smashing into the side of her right breast as it hung down below her. Amy gasped and shook, gagging from the force of the pain.

Again the blonde swung the paddle into her breast meat, smashing it hard against her other breast, turning it an angry red. She moved around to her left side and began paddling her left breast, hitting it several times.

"On your back," Habib said.

"Yes, Master," Amy moaned weakly, the pain in her breasts a hot burning ache within her brain. She snapped upwards, then flopped back onto her back.

"Pull your legs up and hold them wide."

"Yes, Master," she groaned.

She pulled her legs up high, holding them wide as Katrina stepped in front of her with a long belt. The blonde swung it down and it snapped hard against the soft, bare pussy mound. Amy shrieked, her bottom jerking up off the pedestal, then falling back.

Again the blonde swung, the belt slamming into Amy's pussy mound with terrific force. Amy began to feel a deep heat between her legs that had nothing to do with pain. She whimpered and moaned, screaming as the belt hit her pussy again.

"Hands behind your head," Habib ordered.

Amy let go of her legs, keeping them open still as her hands bent behind her head.

"Arch your back."

"Yes, Master."

It was an awkward position for her to maintain but she did it as Katrina slashed the belt onto her breasts, then onto her pussy, then onto her breasts again. Amy could feel the blood racing through her system, could feel her belly quivering and jerking.

She felt her pussy boil with lust, the heat turning up a notch with every blow. She groaned and grunted in pleasure, screaming whenever the belt landed.

"Ahhh! hhh.... AAAHH... uh, uh, uh, AAAHHH... uh, uh, uh, uh... AAAAAHHH!"

"Feeling hot, slut?"

"YEsssss, Massssteeer!"

"Are you a slutty whore?"

"Yeeeeees, Maaaaster!"

"Here, slut. Jerk off with this."

He tossed her a foot long rope, thick, rough, coarse hemp. She held it in her two hands, then placed it over her pussy slit.

As the fascinated men watched she began to saw it up an down her pussy slit, ooohing and ahhhing, grunting and moaning and shaking as she ground it furiously against her pussy. She forced the thick rope right down into her pussy cleft, sawing it inside between her pussy lips, grinding it right across her clitty and over her tender pink pussy flesh.

Her legs jerked and flopped in mid-air as she became more and more excited. Her mouth opened and closed like a fish as she screamed upward into a powerful orgasmic explosion. Katrina slashed the belt down onto her right breast, then her left, then across her thighs, then her face.

She kept sawing the rope across her pussy as she was racked with convulsions. Her screams rent the air as she flopped and jerked and shook in a tremendous ecstatic release of sexual tension. Her system was swamped by bliss and joy as she grunted and gasped and moaned in pleasure.

Katrina continued to slash her body with the belt, stopping only as the redhead slowed and then stopped the sawing of the rope between her pussy lips.

"Amy. Amy! Come here! Crawl here on your belly!" Habib ordered.

His orders penetrated her sex dulled mind and she slowly, agonizingly began to crawl forward, crawling down off the pedestal and across the concrete floor. It was cold, but the dirty concrete scraped and ground against her hard nippled breasts, making her whine with pleasure.

She crawled over to him and began licking at his boot as he stared down at her with contempt.

"Go back and stand on the pedestal," he sniffed.

Katrina slid the chains back into her bracelets and anklets, then stood back as Habib began to take bids. Amy stood on rubbery legs, hardly paying any attention to the proceedings as the men bid against each other.

Finally there was a final bid. The rest of the men began to leave as Habib talked with a large, fat man wearing an odd shaped hat.

"This is your new Master, Amy," Habib told her.

"I think I will call you, Red. Yes, I like that. Your new name is Red. Understand, girl?"

"Yes, Master," she whispered.

"And you will be an obedient little slave, won't you?"

"Yes, Master."

"Or else I will whip your skin off," He chortled.

"Of course, I will beat you anyway. I like seeing little sluts dance in agony and scream. We have many different methods of punishment in Europe. I shall make sure you become familiar with them all."

He snapped a leash onto her collar and led her out to a waiting car, for her journey to her new home in Europe. As she sat in the car, Amy felt sorry that she would not be Habib's slut any more. Her face had such a sad look that her new master asked her about it. When she told him she would miss Habib, he promised to be a better master than Habib.

To prove it, he presented her with a present, something that would be hers in her new home. It looked like a big metal dildo to Amy. She watched as her new master slid it up into her pussy tube. There was a little chain protruding from the end of it and her master locked it tightly to the belt around her waist, so that she could not possibly remove the metal dildo from the warm confines of her pussy chamber.

Then he fastened the seat belt tightly around her, sat back, and showed her a little square box. She looked at it blankly, until he pushed it. Then her eyes went wide and she started shaking and gagging and moaning.

Soon she was crying out in pain, then screaming and howling, her hands clawing at her pussy, unable to remove the tortuous device. She twisted and jerked, pulling against the seat belt, flopping her head from side to side on the seat.

Then she stiffened, hardly moving except to tremble. Her head fell back and she screamed so loudly her new master winced. The scream went on and on as her back arched violently and her chest threatened to rip through the seat belt.

Then she fell forward, barely conscious. As the shattered pieces of her mind fell into place, she realized that her new Master would give her a great deal of pleasure and joy, and looked forward to the new life ahead of her.

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